Dallas herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1849-1873, 1866-02-17
OUR DEAD.


NV House shall he called OF all nation'
the house OF prayer but yc have made 1t
den Of thieves"
"Bcwarc Of false prophets which com'
to you in Sleeps clothing; but inward'I
they are ravcning wolves
at was the worst work that Satan ano
sin undertook in this word; and they 'ha
suffered in il were not martyrs in good
cause, but convicts in n bad ono. WhC
shall comfort them that sit by dishonored
graves 2'-S,rmon ct Harry Ward Beechsr
Vile. brutal man! AMI dnrcst thou
In Gods ahoiutcd place TO prench--
With impious tongue and braHcn brow
The lessons Hell would blush TO teach
The cruel taunt thS lips hath Missed
Beneath Religions holy screen,
I, false--as false 1scario''s kiss;
Is false-as thou art vile and mean.
Are those the lessons which lie taught
And was His mission here in vain?
Pence and good will seem words Of nnught--'
Hell rules the earth with hate again
And thou its chosen instrument
Hyena-likc, with heartless tread,
Hast dared invade, with bloodhound scent
The sacred precincts Of the dead.
no, such from those. dear brave old South
Who met thee in thine hour Of night!
But from tho coarse, polluted mouth
Of coward ours who feared 10 fight.
Dear loved old South contcmn the curse
That those who hate shall heap OH you
You've wept behind Wars bloody hcarsc,
Thnt bore away your brave and true
Their precious blood, though v,inly she'd
Long MS thy shore old Ocean laves--
Well how with reverence Der our dead,
And bless the turf that wraps thsirgraves
From Mexico to Maryland, leaves
Those graves are strewn like autumn
What though no mothers tender hand
Upon their tomb chaplet weaves,
Nor wives, nor sisters bond above
The Honorcd Soldiers sunmark.dmo mound
They ar" objects Of eternal love
In consecrated Southern ground
II rccks not where their bodies lie
By bloody illsidc, plain or river
Their names are bright on Fame proud sky,
Their deeds Of valor live forever;
The song-birds Of the South shall sing
From FORESTS grand, and fiowGry stem
And gentlcst waters murmuring,
Unite to hymn their requiem.
And spring will deck their hallowcd bed
With types of resurrection's day;
And silent tears the Night hath shed
The Mornings beam will kiss away,
Those heroes rest in solemn fame
On every field where Freedom blcd;
And shall we let the touch of shame
Fall like blight npon our dead
No-wrctch! VIC scorn thy hatred now,
And hiss thy shame from pole to pole,
The brutes are better far than thou,
And He'll would blush to own thy soul.
''Dishonorei graves?' take back the lie
That 5 breathcd by more than human
hate,
Lest, Ananias-likc you die,
Not less deserving of his fHte,
Our Spartan women bow in dust,
Around their country broken shrine;
Trnc-as their souls are noble---,just,
Pure-as their deeds have been divine /;
Their Angel hands the wounded chcered--
Did all that woman ever dares-
When wealth and homes had disappeared,
They gave us tears, and smiles, and
prayers.
They proudly gave their jewels up
For NIL they loved-as worthless toys;
Drank to the dregs Wants bitter cup
To feed eur sick and starving boys.
Their glorions flag on high no more
Is borne by that unconquered band;
'Tis rurlcd upon the "silcnt shore
Its heroes still around it stand.
No more beneath its folds shall meet
The armies Of immortal LEE;
The rolling of their drums last beat
IL cchoing in eternity!
GairtSton, 7sras, January 1866,