The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1866-05-04
For the Pulaski Citizen. /.
To Eudono."


BIZ ELLA LILLIAN sTEPHENso.s
81. -ee
Sitting in the gathering twilight,
Sadly dreaming of the past,
Over which the march of sorrow
Many a shade of grief hath cast;
Thinking, thlnking-sadly thinking \
Backward now my mind doth turn,
Weeping wildly in deep anguish
Der our Southern heroes urn. ~ .-#a E-|
See, 1 heed thy call, 'EudonO,"
Touch 1 once again my Tyre,
Tuned in sadness-funeral marches @
Thrill upon the trembling wire: a. ... 81.
Bend now in pain and sorrow,
Whilst around me sweeps the waves
OF the sad past. Ill chant requim
For those who rest in unknown graves.
Sing now of brave, true heroes,
Who will never I've in fame, -
And will ask how many are there a #
Who viii twine around the name .s-..
Ofthe gallant unknown Private
fadeless wreath of immortelle,
To show to future generations
How the noble Private fell s--r---..
Oh! the mounds in our sweet Southland,
-. with no mark, no craven stone,
Which viii tell TO stranger loiters
What brave soul to Christ hath flown.
Few there are who'll gather flowers
To lay them on the unknown grave;
Yet for me, my sincere tribute
Is tear for the Private brave.
Hazel eyes, now looking Southwark,
Are bedewed with sorrowing tears,
While sad memory paints picture
s Of those bloody, heart-sick years, F
"a Which have rolled in waves of crimson
Der our homes with peace once bright,
Dashing all our hopes and fanoies-
.@A Ushering in grim sorrows night.
AS I'm thinking, evening zephyrs
Lift the raven tresses free,
From the brow, now sorrow shaded,
BY sad, faithful memory.
1 can see again, in fancy,
The fall of an aged fathers pride,
And can hear the wall Of anguish
When the mothers darling died.
See 1 now the muskets trailing,
Brother-eomrades side by side,
Marching slowly to the church yard
Hear the mourning of the bride,
As they bear the form so worshipped
From her loving clasp away
Hear the idolizing maiden
For her love in anguish pray.
No stars upon his bosom glittered,
No stripe his rank of Office told;
Yet as proud, meath waving banners,
Stepped the Private true and bold.
Not for rank, but for dear women,
Went our brave ones forth to fight,
To save their homes from desolation, sa.-
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How they fought our brave, true Privates,
And bravely stemmed the battle-tide,
While afar, fair women watched them,
Praying for their country's pride.
They laid upon the South's dear altar +
Their sacrifce-altho' twas vain
Proved how freely their rich lifa- blood
Suffered hardship, toll
What matters it, tho fate denied them
a I A place in sacred history's page 81 ss
That their names viii never glitter
With the hero, prince and sage!
What matters it ?-they've marched triuru-
|92r To the Eternal World of lsSlt- IPhaRt
There, upon the life-book pas -
The Private's name shines fair 81 tsllt!
@ Striking with immortal fingers a.
The harp's bright, golden string,
Flooding Heaven with richest music
Hear the anthems sweetly ring
To their lips, now sealed no longer, E1
Sweeter, holier songs are given;
In clear accents their names they've answer'd d
From the life-roll-book of Heaven.
And you, too, unknown Eudono"
81" A fadeless Offering twine, p =
And bring it with heart o'erfoBing
And lay it on the patriots shrine.
Wilt thou do itl Weave it sweetly;
Sing the praises of the brave,
And whilst ofhersN up IN silence ae ta
3 Lay thy tribute on the grave. ,-i-
Weak my pen to sing measure,
Fitting tribute for the dead; lgr .
Better, Tar, that Ger their ashes 5 e.
M 1 should lowly bend my head.
concede. to you the sad task,
While rll give tribute tear:
s'l This is all, in fond remembrance, e.
a Which III drop upon the bier.
= TUsoU1BIA, Ala, April, 1866.