Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1863-04-27
FOR THE SPIRIT OF THE 40
THE HERO LOVER.

The opening Spring had brought its flowers.
balny time in peaceful hours,
Was gliding on. when a 10 /! a cry,
That thrilled the land, came sweeping by.
arms, to arms! the yeoman cried
To arms. to arms, grey hairs replied;
To arms, TO arms from cast TO west.
Welled up from every patriots breast.
In mean resolve the perGdious North,
To crush our rights and drive US forth
A wandering band, or shed our blood,
Upon US poured a Vandal food.
From shop, and pillow, aud honors's post,
In firm array, a heroic host,
With flashing steel, and trusty sword, 1a
Rose up to meet this demon horde.
A gentle youth, of features mild,
With fortune blessed, an only child,
Beside a lovely maiden stood,
And vowed by all that's true and good,
That Yankee Vandal ne'er should sway
A rod of iron i'll his day,
Ger his own land, his home, his pride
Or dearest maiden by his Size.
A lovely May, It's sad to part,
To tear me from myself, my heart!
Ny country calls, l must obey,
And meet her foes in dread array.
Farewell, my May! I'll come again,
With laurels won on yonder plain;
I'll lay the chaplet on thy brow,
To consecrate our nuptial yow!"
Farewell, dear VIM the maiden said,
And on his shoulder leaned her head;
Silence and tears could only tell
The pang that thrilled in that farewell.
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The lannon's roar, and rifle peal,
The charging horse, and flashing steel
The quick commands, and rolling drum,
Announced ths day CT conflict come.
The Yankees like a mighty tide,
Or snow-drift from the mountain side,
Came rushing on. But like a rock,
Unmoved, our heroes met the shock.
Waving his sword above his heai,
Our hero to his comrades said,
Now charge the foe, the miscreant band.
Who'd blot us from our natl We land"
With fercest shouts and fr4nest tread.
Among the dying and the dead,
Our Spartan band upon the foe,
1 Rushed h%eadlong as the torrents flow.
| Like chaff before the tempests' breath.
| Their ranks were swept and cold IN dea tn,
The mangled ;orms Of the Army Grand"
Were left possessors of the land"
The Wanting foe in terror fed,
Mid wreck and ruin widely spread,
And shouts proclaimed, in loudest strains,
The victory of Manassas Plains"
But darker hung the cloud of war,
And gathering yankees near and far,
Lecust-l1ke came swarming on,
Under the 3" Young Napoleon"
Lee and Longstreet, and the Hills.
And jackson bold with frmer wills.
This hero met; from Seven Pines
To Malvern Hill drove back his lines.
From field to field the beaten foe
Like towards fled or frightened roe
Through white oak swamp he led the chase.
ALI to effect" a change OF basel"
In many a charge our hero led,
And strowed with dying and the dead
The ensanguined plain and then with pride
Returned with honors to crown his bride.
A lordly hall in beauty stands
Beside q cutie rivers sands,
lis flied with beauty and wit h youth,
With wit, and revelry, and mirth.
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lis Hymen's hour. The clash of arms
| Is heard no more. Sweet woman's charms
Flease and entrance. Our hero stands
| BY lovely May, with joined hands. d
The plighted faith in joy is given,
: Both Aeard and ratified in heaven.
, The twain are one, for veal or wo,
Throughife's dark hours, or gentle flow.
a Refugee from Washingt
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