Materna:
An iron scepter and a brazen crown
The war-god bears; stern, cold, and merciless,
He smites his worshippers with bloody hand.
Foreman:
So walks the angel on from scene to scene:
Sweet vision of my dreams! thy light shall shine
Through this dark world, all cloudless, calm, serene.
Pure as the sacred evening star of love,
The brightest planet in the host above!
[Telegram from Andrew Johnson, Military Governor of Tennessee, to S. C. Mercer, Editor of the “Nashville Daily Union.”]
Washington, April 28, 1863.
To S. C. Mercer, Editor of the Nashville Daily Union:
Private. Your labors are highly appreciated out of Tennessee. Go on as you have done unfaltering in the work you have commenced. The Union Club of Nashville is doing much good. Their proceedings are looked to with much interest. I hope their policy will be sound and their purposes decided.
I have got things straightened out, I hope for the better. I will be in Nashville soon.
Andrew Johnson.