Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт)

The Aged Stranger

    AN INCIDENT OF THE WAR

"I WAS with Grant--" the stranger said;
    Said the farmer, "Say no more, 
But rest thee here at mt cottage porch,
    For thy feet are weary and sore."

"I was with Grant--" the stranger said;
    Said the farmer, "Nay, no more,-- 
I pirthee sit at my frugal board,
    And eat of my humble store.

"How fares my boy,--my soldier boy,
    Of the old Ninth Army Corps? 
I warrant he bore him gallantly
    In the smoke and the battle's roar!"

"I knew him not," said the aged man,
    "And, as I remarked before, 
"I was with Grant--" "Nay, nay, I know,"
    Said the farmer, "Say no more:

"He fell in battle,--I see, alas!
    Thou'dst smooth these tidings o'er,-- 
Nay, speak the truth, whatever it be,
    Though it rend my bosom's core.

"How fell he?--with his face to the foe,
    Upholding the flag he bore? 
Oh, say not that my boy disgraced
    The uniform that he wore!"

"I cannot tell," said the aged man,
    "And should have remarked before 
That I was with Grant--in Illinois--
    Some three years before the war."

Then the farmer spake him never a word,
    But beat with his fist full sore 
That aged man, who had worked for Grant
    Some three years before the war! 

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