And the might of His justice attends
The souls that are weeping in dearth.
A Hand that is brilliant with truth,
And gentle indeed in its ruth,
Shall point out the way and defend,
And the gloom of each fearful abyss,
The serpents that threaten and hiss,
Shall be conquered and slain to amend.
IN BATTLE AND IN PRISON.
A REMINISCENCE OF THE WAR OF THE REBELLION.
BY WILLIAM E. STEVENS.