The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1866-05-05
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OUR DEAD.

I0lOWlug NOBLE uT1eS IOF Tne1r DeauCiIal ana
affecting defence of the heroic and immortal
dead of the Soutlfa Phey are the more ap-
propriate, as coming from one who gained tor
himselfa high reputation as a soldier, under
circumstances which make that fame the
equivalent of more even than it generally
implies
q My household shall be called of nations
the house Of prayer; but ye have made 1t
den Of thieves"
lt Beware of false prophets which come to
you in Sleeps clothing but inwardly they
are rayening wolves =
{; 1t was the work that Satan and Sin un-
dertoOk IN this world and they that suffered
init were not martyrs in a good cause but
cOnvicts in a bad one Who shall comfort
them that SIT sby dishonered graves 2-7Ser-
mon of Henry Yard Beecber: --s- 20
T , - 7sVfis. brutal man and darest thou
In Gods annOnted place to preach,
- with impi6us tongue and braash brow, &, =
= sE The lessons he'll would blush to teach
I'D The thy lips have hissed
Beneath religions holy screen,
Il 'fass as false IscaFiot's kiss ~ ...s ..s.
r.. Is false thou art vile and mean.
Are these the lessons which He taughtf
e L-l And was BIS mission here in yaiRt-d 1>5&
Peace and good viii words Of naught-
C-5 He'll rules the earth with hate againI
And thou, it's chosen instrument,
-s Hyena-iIks, Will hsaFtleas tread,
Hast dared invade. with bloodhound scent,
-..-'..1 The sacred pfeoiets Of the dead.
Not such from those. dear bravs' old South.
who met thee in thy hour Of might
But from the coarse. polluted mouth
OF coward ours, who feared to fight.
Dear loved old South contemn the curse
That those who hate shall heap you;
You've wept behind Wars bloody hearse
That bore away your brave and true
Their precious blood, though vainly shed,
Long as thy shore old laves,
Wen bow with reverence Ger dead,
And bless the turf that wraps their graves
From Mexico to Maryland,
-, Those graves are strewn like autumn leaves;
"a q What though mothers hand
Upon their tomb ehaplet weavesl
Nor wives. no sisters bend above
The honorsd soldiers unmarked mound
They objects OF eternal love
In eonsserated Southern ground.
~F It rscks not where theig psaiey HsE So FF
By bloody hillside plain river
Their names bright Fame's proud sky.
Their deeds Of valor live forever.
The song-birds of the South shall sing
From forests grand and howery stem,
E Aud gensisst sudterC murmurng
Unite to hymn their requiem;
And spring will deck their haIlOwed bed
With types Of resurrection's day;
DC Ef And siIene tears5the 4 fght hath shed
The mornings beam viii kiss away.
i-.f.f Those heroes rest in solemn fame no -r-Sg
On every field where Freedom bied
And shall we let the touch Of shame
li7a4 F4iI like a blight upon dead
! No, wretch thy hatred now,
kEE &nd hiss ely name fro6d pole to pole SIS
! The brutss better than thou.
And hell would blush to own tNy soul
! ~Dishonored gravesI Take back the lie
! That's breathed by than human hate,
Lest AEnias like. you die,
Not less deserving Of his fate. IL .r-
! Our Spartan women bow in dust
Around their country broken shFino-
-,- Tzue. Is their soular sse noble, inst ---s~
t- Pure their deeds have been divine.
Their angel hands the wounded eheersd-
Did all that dares;
When wealth and home had disappeared
They gave tears. and smiles and prayers:
They proudly gave their jewels up
For all they loved, useless toys.
Drank the drsgs wants bitter cup,
- Is To fosa our siek zee Starving boys-7s =.
| Their glorious q sg on high
Il borne by that uneouquered band
| uTis furied upon the silsnt Shore
It's hss0ss ssils alO1Hi Il stand
No more beneath its folds shall meet
The armies Of immortal LEE;
The rolling Of their drums last beat
Il echoiHg in eterstyt