Nashville union and dispatch. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1866-1868, 1867-04-07
First Cold Wind.
By ASGERos PACE.

By ASGEEoS PACE.
The winds aad harp. like unseen spirits song.
walls through the pines.
A haI9 Of hearts there is beneath these trees
these dusty ranks,
That plaintive vibrates its responses to the
autumn Eind.
How many hearts now mingie in that sad re-
sP9nseI
For far OF homes the aching bosom signs;
For our poor country pleads. the pious prayer
For peace plead some.-while many more recall,
This autumn morn. their myriad comrades gone.
Tell me ye Gslds, all rent with balls and she'll.
All rough with riaepits and redoubts still
Speak, from your now silent ruins. speak.
Say who on this stormed height once stood, the
first.
And fell. the proudest. best. amid the storm?
Say who among these mangled trees lay cold.
Whose name still fingers on our tonges aud
hearts?
The names recalled, each in its little sphere.
Are names unknown 10 fume,-R private boy
Whose generous worth few rough men well
know,
Whose noble death. the same sad few well
marked.
One such name who fell far hence.
Fighting apart from thy old comrades, thou,
Brave Reuben Burrow hast not gone unwept
Respectful. modest truthful, kind and pure,
Thy childhood and thy camp-ife here no less.
Though mad temptations swept around thy
youth.
Sad Shiloah saw thee. in its reddest blaze,
Murfreesboro bore thy footprints. tinged with
blood,
Paducah saw thee ia its battle front.
And Pillows fort, Etormed, won. hath cost Thy
lifel
Thy brothers both are mOurned, but Aaron most,
The church had learned his worth. and weeps.
Full many a congregation treasures up
His sermons and his prayers. Brave youth.
Friend. though my pupil. 10 the silent night,
We two. alone. the telescope would bend
To some far nebula, and gaze. all thrilled
With those great thoughts which Gods vast
works inspires.
Dlscorerer thou Of new comet. though
The partial priests Of science thee ignore.
Thy deeds in war were like thy noble youth.
Thy soldiers saw thy flashing sword. i'm front,
When even brave men ioltered, and, slas 3
They saw thee fall
These winds bring other names.
The church. like Mary. poadored in its heart,
The promise Of thy generous youth, Oh, ResH
I knew thee when thy brethren FIRST had bound
salvation's helmet on thy fair young brow.
Aud sent thee. full Of weeping, and baptized in
prayer,
To buckle on the rest of all the holy armor.
In thy young manhood's happy toll, full OF.
heard thy thrilling words and manly pleas
In the Ola Church. like Paul's in Mars IIil.
once,
Plead with the great city preaching Jesus CHRISTI
Alssl for the Rock City. could il but hear
Those living tones again. those sermons, echoed
back
Could that old church give back those words,
Majestic. loly words Of truth. when scared
Thy proud thoughts swiftly through eternal
years.
Or basked thy manly spirit in the light
OF Gods own awful presence - while thy brow
Alternate bore the rainbow OF the cloud
And oh that voice. methinks hear it new.
Swelling, peRiing. trembling varied still.
Or in deep and swful monotone
Sweeping o or the sea oC passions as. une day,
The blast Of Gabriels trumpet, earth shall
sweep.
Bat no, no more such ncceuts there shall ring.
Oh Reed. back. back, comes. rushing. all the
past.
our youthful hopes. and mutual conservation
vows.
Oar happy travel in the far gone years.
Our later toils--our war life. sad and long;
But hush my heart no blood red ramparts
now.
He scales, but walks the golden streets in white.