[The Harrisburg Telegraph calls for a monument to Jenny Wade, the heroine of Gettysburg. She was making bred for our army during the battle, having refused to leave her house, which was within range of both armies, and was shot through the heart. - New York Tribune.]
Rear high the monumental pile
Of marble pure and white,
A life which gladden'd earth erewhile
Has pass'd to realms of flight.
Rear high the monumental pile
To one who hated wrong;
And tearful bards her fame the while
Perpetuate in song.
Chorus
In the quiet churchyard sleeping
With our bravest flatly laid,
Moans the wind, thro' willows weeping,
O'er the grave of Jenny wade.
When man has done some gallant deed
We yield a wild acclaim
And booming cannon speak the meed
Bestow'd upon his name.
If death on battle-field he braved,
And served his country well,
We wrap him in the flag that waved
Above him when he fell.
Chorus
When to the north-wind rebels threw
Their noisome traitor rag,
The courage of a woman true
Upheld our dear Old Flag:
Where'er that starry flag shall wave,
Mid clouds or on the plain,
Remember'd be thy hallow'd grave -
For home and country slain,
Chorus
The bright example still shall nerve
Our soldiers in the fight,
Tho' dead, thy spirit yet shall serve
Free men defending Right;
They death a nation long shall mourn,
Thy deeds embellish arts;
Thy name on breeze and billow borne,
Thy mem'ry in our hearts.
Chorus
Fare thee well, brave spirit ! never
Shall thy wreath of laurel fade -
Fragrant flowers shall bloom forever
O'er thy grave, sweet Jenny Wade.
[Anon. - author not noted]