The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1866-01-27
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rE,o,, the Richmond Enquirer
StoueSyan Jackson's Grave.
BY MRS. NJ. ]. PRESTON.
A s;mn,e sodded mound of earth,
With not line above 1t
With only daily votivc flowers
TO provo that any love 1t;
The token flag that silently
Each brcoze's visit numbers,
Alone keeps martial ward above
The hero's dreamless slumbcrs.
No name! no record! Ask the world
Thc world has heard his story
If all it's annals can unfold
A prouder tale OF gloryl
IF ever merely human life
Hath taught diviner moral
If ever round worthier brow
Was twined purer laurel!
Iumanity's responsive heart
Comedies his wondrous powers,
And pulses with q tenderness
Almost akin to ours;
NAY, not to o,u.s-for us he poured
His lifc-a rich ibation-
And on adoring souls zee bear
This blood Of conservation.
A twelvemonth only since his sword
Went flashing thro' the battle
A twelvemonth only since his car
Heard wars last deadly rattle,
And yet have countless pilgrim feet
The pilgrims guerdon paid him,
And weeping women come to sec
The place where they have laid him.
Contending armies* bring in turn
Their need of praise or honor,
And Paias here has paused to bind
Tho cypress wreath upon her.
1t seems holy sepulchrc,
Whose sanctities can wakcn
Alike the love Of friend or foe
Of Christian or of Pagan!
They come to own his high cmprisc,
Who fed in frantic masses
Before the gittcring bayonet
That triumphed at Manassas;
Who witnessed Kernstown's fearful odds,
AS on their ranks he thundcrcd,
Defiant as the storied Greek
Amid his brave three hundred!
They will recall the tiger spring,
The wise retreat-the rally,
The tireless march, the fierce pursuit
Through many a mountain valley.
Cross Keys unlock new paths to fame,
And Port Republics story
Wrests from his cver-vanquished foes
Strange tributes to his glory!
Cold Harbor rises to their view
The Cedars gloom is DER them,
And Antietam's rough-wooded heights
Stretch mockingly before them.
The lurid flames of fredericksburg
Right grimly they remember,
That lit the frozen nights retreat
That wintry-wild December.
Tho largcsse Of this praise is flung
With bounty rare and regal;
Is it because the vulture fears
No longer the dead eagle?
Nay! rather far accept it thus
An homage true and tender,
AS soldier unto soldiers worth,
AS brave to brave will render!
But who shall weigh the worldlcss grief
That leaves in tears It's traces,
AS round their leader crowd again
Those bronzed and veteran faces?
The cold brigade" he loved so we'll
The mountain men who bound him
With bays Of their own winning, ere
A tardier fame had crowned him.
The legions who had seen his glance
Across the carnage flashing,
And thrilled to catch his rising ''charge'
Above the volley crashing;
Who oft had watched the lifted hand
The inward trust betrays$g,
And felt their courage grow Sublime
While they behold him praying.
Good knights and true as ever drew
Their swords with knightly Roland,
Or died at Sobieskis side
For love of martyrd Poland;
Or knelt with Cromwells sIronsides,"
Or sung with brave Gustavus,
Or on the field Of Austerlitz
Breathed out their dying ''Aues!"
Rare fame! rare name! if chantcd prais
With all the world to listen
If pride that swells nations soul
If freemen's tears that glistcn--
If pilgrims shining love-if grief,
Which nought may soothe or sever
If these can consecrate, this spot
Is sacred ground forever!
*In the month of June, 1864, the singu