The Charleston daily news. [volume] (Charleston, S.C.) 1865-1873, 1866-06-08

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BY MRS. C. A.. BALL.
In sheltered nook by Potomac's shore,
Where the car Ii is darkcned with Southern gore'
Sparkes and bubbles little spring,
Which never ccasos its 10y to sing,
O'or lonely grave
'Tis Bpot that was III ide for peace ana rest,
Where nature i'll richest OF robes - drest,
Where the birds all f,arossly /, build their nests,
And the weeping willows wave.
Nany wounded Southern bravo
Has dragged himself here his brow to lave,
And to drink of the waters clear and bright,
Which flashed and glanced III the moons soft light
Unheedng his anguished moan.
And tho carpet Of green around 1t spread,
Has pillowed full many weary cad;
And manv q soul fr IN that grassy bed
Has passed to the dark unknown.
Yet only one hillock, mossy and green,
By that joyous dancing spring is seon,
Where tho signing wiuds wake mournful wall,
And tho ringdove moans through the evening gale,
And the frs their tall heads rear.
OF the couutle q hosts wao in uattlo fell,
Or of those whose death hour mono can tell,
Whose souls71pssed out from this shade dell,
But one lies buried here.
And who was ho? brave young boy.
OF his Southern homo the pride and joy;
The pet and darli 6 of every heart,
And but seventeen summers o:d.
Oh what ribte grief was theirs,
AS back In their souls they crushed their fears,
Aid sent him forth with prayers and tears,
From the parental fold
Precious as was the boy to all.
They gave II Ill up Mt his country's call
Honor to him dearer than iife
And he pan ed to enter the field of strife,
and to shine on the roll of fame
With crown of blessing upon his hesd
he ON to tho fold of glory sped
The blood of his pure ycuog heartt shed,
And TO win himself name.
Bravely he bore him In the fray,
And wonder-struck were our bows In grey,
To see the youth with flashing eye,
Press while shouting the rattle cry,
To the thickcst Of the fight.
His dauntless mien, his boaring boil.
His face of rare and beauteous mould,
His head with lts clustering waves OF gold,
Seemed filling the held wit. hghi.
VII.
Der the sceno of blood came joyous cry;
The enemy fater-they fly. they fly
And rs the smoke of battle rose.
In circling wre.ths above their foos,
.Thoy were seen from the field to run.
The gallant boy his proud head raised,
While every feature with triumph bazed.
And now he cried. May our God bo praised,
For the victory wo have won.
With kindling check and glistening eye,
Aye this, he said, were time to die.
When %Sfas rashng hing soa a s came a ON % ths blast
And The boy fell OH the plain.
Twas q bullet that whlsted through the air,
And with pitiless blow struck tho temple fair,
t's!i' III .nc WeE:ss VI n,p srsaen ha'r;
He never rose again.
Rude men shed tearf DER that noble boy,
So suddenly callod In his hour of joy,
When closet had seemed the murderous strife,
And saved, through ALL that bright young life,
To shine Oh glory's roll.
They bore him way to the shaded dell,
And laid tn rast In ia cell
While the ourning pines sighed out knell
For the departed soul.
It was meet, thoy thought that fair
Should bo laid 10 that spot of beaut, rare,
Where the birds might warble o'er his grave,
And the foliage green above him wavo.
With the bright spring singing near.
And this is way that of all who fell,
Or OF those whose death. hour mono can toll,
Whose souls passed out from this shaded dell,
But one lies buried here.
CHARLESTON, June7