Semi-weekly standard. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1853-18??, 1861-12-14
BY L. VIRGINIA FRENCH.


From mountain-top and sunny vale,
And every deeply wooded dell .-s".t 7h
And who to future years shall tell, 7"-.
Or sound to foreign cnes afar, .'.
The might-the mIsery-the gloom
And glory of this present War; 'a
Shall poet-souls amid the gloom .. .ar-;
Go forth, as sentinels are set, -aa
And through the midnight watches pace ,.rF
Each bold and hammered parapet?- g. -..s.'
To gather up with ceaseless care e..
The record of a nations wrongs .s...rr-
And send them forth to distant lands ..a..t,'.
In valor's stern and stately songs ~ -H
Nayi nay l-those histories come to u.s. -.
As War pours forth her clarion struin -.
We listen-seared with sorrow, low 10
We bow amid our bitter pain - ...-....
From every wave that red with gore
Runs crimson to the setting sun, -
A wall steals up, that evermore ,.,..
Pierces the ust-wreaths, rolling dun, ..
And sheathes Its sorrow in our hearts ....-E..
Till scarce We heed the victory won. . -
As in old Revolutions day
When Victory laurelled DER the brow
OF rebel cheftaIns-so the bay
Is borne by "rebel" Southrons now.
Yet-yet from each red field comes up
That cry which pierces, heart and brain,
The iron entering bosoms there
Strikes home TO ns--ahl all IN vain
Goes up the shout of men-we kneel ..
Where woman should--to wall the SLANT o..
Mdnassa heard that fearful cry, d.. 60 bad.
And evermore its anguished sound ieti~
Steals up in wierd and 'wildered strain '.'-7.'
From many dark and bloody ground" *FEs
Bethel and Spring. field heard it sigh, 20 H'. ;"
And Leesburg echoed deep and dread, - ~
And now from Belmont sweIls the cry; a- ~
bring forth the dead the noble dead" .
Old Mississippfs waters cleaned .-.. O. ..ast'
As in the gol.ien days of yore, ....,r4 -.yr
And Autumns torches glowed and burned, ,,!-.
Like sunset glories on the shore, ~ .. s4.1..
On hillside green and peaceful vale, ...g- Fsrr,g
On distant dome and shining spire, 81. 47e'
The suns meridian splendors lay .s,.-,1 .a..
In waves of glowing, living fire, ..E-r It' as
How tranquil ALL Nay, see yon shore - -
Has banners floating far aud wide 81 - ...
And armaments of gallant men
Are moving to the waters side. -.
They cross the stream-then sounds the trump,
Then rolling drum and thrilling fife .,,
Tell red browed Battles gorgeous pomp =, .,,.
Is blackening in the desperate strife. ,,...'..,I
They've met the foe Their banners wave Is''1'
On high above the smoke and gloom, pad J 'Hi'
Which hangs its shroudng funeral pau .H'o = 10
Where with his energies immortal a-s .t'T7c
He makes the road to honor Straight T,i!'T'I.
And forces open glorys portal j iis'i'.iSs
Though standing face to face with Fatei,i. 81
Behold him there! The gallant Rhea, ,s,ftZ ..1si
He waves his relic-sword on high, ,-f .5grs r
Loud cheering on the desperate chargeI z 30.
ITO victory or death! lead on! ;" 20. r. ss=4s' ru
And furious was the charge they made, s.
For in his heart he bore the words ~ ST. rr17
Engraven on his battle blade. '.e.asc lTbncS
Down close the clouds Anon they rise
They're swept aside-what do we see ,
The leader stricken to the plain - b o. "'I 20
Yet fighting still upon his kneel =
"SurrendcrI Though the iron shower > N,
: Come laundering on the swarming hordes, ~
"Surrender!-you are in our power! - ~
Vain, vain the menace-list his words ~
His head erect, his proud lip euried, - -
And writhing with its naughty scorn,- - =.
"No-nsrsr--wili yield the sword, - ,,'' 80.
Once by my fathers father borne! 4, -
Fallen-fallen-strickeo to his knee W ~
His right arm raised-hs forehead bare ~
Ah It's gallant sight to see .-.y,..5 bA .'a-
That quiet grandeur in his air ~ ry,fs' . -sss
Amid the cannons laundering blare! -zs.r
1t was q stern and palid face ff q .U--ay ~
Yet grandy glorious to behold. sr.-!. s- :! s-.a-
And full OF tnat majestic calm -ra ..H--
That Grecian heroes wore Of old. ..- - .f
They've struck him DOWN. A score Of foes
Glare, tbrsting for his latest BREATH
Gods rest oh gallant heart, be thine,
Who found both Victory and Death!
The Southland turns her streaming eyes
To where thy blood baptized her sod,
For her thy glorious sacrifice
For her thy spirit passed to God rrsrsr-N
And thou art gone. The brave, the proud,
With eye of FIRE, and arm Of might
Beneath the sable battle cloud 49, '.... '.. Z
Thy spirit passed "God speed the right!n
The language of thy latest breath, .' - Fl.
Gods peace be thine, who Bobly sought
The arms of Victory and Deathl s-
To hero souls Of every cline . -......
The record Of thy death remains, ..- r..
Engraven on the shaft which Time az q.
Shall rear upon our history's plains. -..r.
This Southern land for thee to day -s.....r.
VIII build of loving hearts a shrine, -,
And every heart, will weeping say, =. =. -..
"Oh! gallant dead! God 1ss Be tlfihSl ~ p.
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