The Charleston daily news. [volume] (Charleston, S.C.) 1865-1873, 1866-07-30
The Daily News.
MONDAY MORNING. JULY 80. 1866.

MONDAY MORNING, JULY 80. 1885,
The following beautiful poem was written TO
the Aberdeen (ss) Daily ExsmineI b oy y;s; 10, n
ented young gentleman OF Memphis, VINO VIII no
consent to append his name to his producton
The Prisoner OF Monroe.
The night win g moan
Has q raddened tone.
As II sweeps o'er the prison dreary.
with it's fearful breath
Breathes tobg of death
To the captive wi hin those stern grey walls,
As his ears its signing falls,
Now soft and mournfully
Now loud and scornfully
As II mocking his sghs so weary
On heaven broad main
Sad funeral train
The stars look do En on the nightly shore,
And the moons soft light
IllumiDg the night,
The dungeon walls and the murmuting deep
That sadly tiRh DER the prisoners sleep,
Low and thrill ing.
And anon swelling,
Into ceaseless, eternal roar.
Mid the shadows dim,
Stands the sentry grim,
Ever sullen, and wary. and watchfu OF him
As he tramps his round,
The echo sound
OF his measured step breaks the silence proioanu
AS his lonely visils he's keeping,
Silently watching
Eagerly catching
Every sigh f;om the 'reath of the captive chief
Weary Of dungeon and worn OF griei.
Not weakly complaining.
The grand old hero p ondly disclaiming
His glorious lineage and life to he staining
With aught of reimbursement,
With proud serenity,
He asks not the lenity
OF the pigmies who seek with their own brief story
or his name from its brilliant page Of glory
To work the utter erasement.
Grey haired and bonding,
Yet greatness lending
conscious grace with his meekness bending,
Of lie so grand and glorious.
Whether he falls by the traitors doom,
Or sinks to rest In the pr on-gioom,
Or homeless and friendess exile roam
No matter how dying,
Over bastard decrying,
Shall fame. repi. ing,
Pronounce him victorious.
But now, in his dreaming
There fits the seeming,
with celestial brtlliance OF glory gleaming,)
Shadowy visions
OF lofty ambitions
or that dream of hope that crime to be spoken
That thrilling dreaming 80 rudely broken
Speak of 1t tearully,
While you are speaking
Strong manly hearts
Are quivering breakingl
And bright visions come
In the nights thick gloom,
While the nds round the walls signing.
Freed from his chains,
On Manassas' plains,
As In days of yore when ragged the battle,
The cannons' thunder aud muskets rattle,
And the rderless sreed in terror flying,
And the cheers of the charging and of the dying
And al the sounds of the bitter fight
Come to his dreaming in shadows of night.
''Faenl fallen
From his high est ate" (?l
Never of him can the word be spoken,
Though faded his form-his vigor broken;
Though his step he faering. painful and slow;
Though his eye has lost it's fiery glow,
And his once ringi G tones are sad and low,
Not fallen risen higheri
From out OF the fire.
Purer, and clearer, and brighter than ever,
His name aud glory none shall eer sever.
Oh blind Belisarius!
Shall we er weary us,
Praying the God of the pure and the brave
That He may be with thee, cheering, sustaining
Thy noble heart in the days remaining,
That the glory may brighten lite is waning
And sinking to rest in a martyrs grave,
That with oeathiess of our Southland eIowlng
We may know to toll W the way thou'rt showing
Closing our eyes in eternal night,
Trusting in God to defend the right