Poems (Schiller)/Treasures
For works with similar titles, see Treasures.
TREASURES
An old blue cap that a soldier wore, Where the shot and shell were flying;Where the air was filled with the cannons' roar, And the groans of the wounded and dying.
A soft brown curl that shaded a face, The sweetest on earth to me;That holds in my heart a sacred place, And haunts me where'er I may be.
A shoe—a dainty, wee baby shoe, That Nellie, our darling wore;Ere the angel of death closed those eyes of blue, That will open nevermore.
A violet, that lifted its modest head 'Neath the blue of southern skies;'Twas plucked by a friend from the lowly bed Where a fellow hero lies.April 20, 1868.