Abbeville press. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1860-1869, 1866-05-11

| to'o"iHS hoUle llneS LOT tnelf beautiful ant
affecting defence of the heroic and immor-
tai dead Of the South. They are the NOR
appropriate, as coming from ono who gain
ed for himself high reputation as a sol.
dier, under circumstances which make tha
fame the equivalent of moro even than i
generally implies.-Gal0cston News.
ut was the worst work that Satan and al,
over undertook i'll this world; and they tina
suffered in it We're not martyrs in a good cause
but convicts in n bad one. Who shall cnrnfor
| them that sit by dishonore1 graves l"-Sermo,
Of Henry Ward Beeher.
Vile, brutal man! and darest thou
In Gods anointcd place to preach
With impious tongue and brazen brow
The lessons He'll would blush to teachi
The cruel taunt thy lips hath Kissed
Beneath Religions holy screen.
Is false-as false Iscariots kiss;
Is falso-as thou art vile and mean.
Are these the lessons which To taughtg
And is His mission here u vaina
Peace and good will seem words of naught-
He'll rules the earth with hate againi
| And thou its chosen instrument,
Hyenr-like, with heartless tread,
Hast dared invade, with bloodhound scent,
The sacred precincts of tho dead.
| Not such from those, dear old South,
Who meet thee in thine hour. Of might
But from the coarse, polluted mouth
OF coward ours who feared to fight.
Dear loved old South i contemn the curse
That those who hate shall heap on you;
You've weps behind Wars bloody hearse,
That bore away your brave and truei
Their precious blood, though vainly she'd
Long as thy shore old ocean laves-
We'll bow with reverence Ger our dead.
And bless the turf that wraps their graves
From Mexico to Maryland,
Those graves are strewn likeAutumn leaves
What though no Mothers tender hand
Upon their tomb O chaplet weayes.
Nor Wives nor Sisters bend above
The Honored Soldiers unmarked mound
They are objects of eternal love
In consecratcd Southern ground.
1t recks not where their bodies lie
By bloody hillside. plain or river
Their names are bright on Fah,e's proud sky,
Their deeds of valor live forever;
The song-birds Of the South shall sing
From forest grand, and howery stem
And gentlest waters murmuring,
Unite to hymn their requiem.
And Spring will deck their hallowed 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 ,,,o.
On every field where Frcemcn bled;
And shall we let the touch of shame
Fall like blight upon our deadi.
No-wretchl We 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.
"Dishonored gravess take back the lie
That's breathed BY more than humble hate,
Lest, Annanias: like. you die, = -.
Not lessdeserving of his fate, =
eur Spartan W omen how in dust,
Around their country's broken shrine;
Irue--as their cause was right and Just =
furs-as e. their deeds have been divine; :.
Their Angels hands-the wounded eheered--
Did all that W oman ever dares---, :.
When wealth and homes had disappeared,
They gave us tears, and smiles, and prayers.
They proudly gave their jewels up.
For oil they loved---as worthless toys;
Drank TO the Fdregs W ants bitter cup
TO feed our sick and stgrying boys. -
Their glorious flag on high no more
Is borne by that uncopquersd band .,,,-; ,s
.Iis furled ppon the "silsnt shore"---: III :.
:, Its herpes still around it stand, : -;
No more beneath It's folds shall meet. 4, !. I.
E The arnies Of immortal LEE ;.5i ,ess
The rolling of their hrums' last beat ..s:itr-
y eehoingin eternilyi, 4 y. j. =
G!aateesten, qszas, Jan 1896; i, -
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