The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1868-05-20
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/: The Victory.

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flourish of trump proelaims this
victory. No rolling drum heraldsi the sap-
spreach of the eonqueror. Fond and be-
loved ones3shaH wait bis coming in vain
Bright eyes shall pale with watching. and
loving heart grow sick with. hope defer
red Dark shadows Of the Real deepen,
untiif 5y:s some sign, q word from accom-;
pereha cet, q shorn lock or ring.
2sent Ebys al q com mpassiona hand they know
{ that God hath given their beloyed sleep,
ct, MI shall challenge: his claim TO:
Yict thou the gllastly <paraphernalla
of death Isl his Insignia, though the banner
;;s:benesth which he fought his last light
isstrailng insthe dust its purity, which = ne
gave his life in VAIN to save, forever lost {!
aorn and battle stained, like Its heroic de-,
feuder; ;zitgis crushed beneath the feetsof
contending armies. - -, nv.
This. victory was won IN death. ms l1l
hero. afell st: the surrender. - herein he
won his. laulrels; dying for and with the
eanise ha foYed. That cause, unjust and
5onnro 5io1ls. because forever lost-hcW he
!; baddsworslipped it, and how proudly did.
!, ,he noW law down his life for its sake
s5;Fhile mons can claim for anghtse of earth
lie GodliIie+ attribute of perfection, who
shall dare guage humanity by his Own
circamscribe standard of good and evil ]?
haze Of battle hung dark and heavy,
and shut out 6 God s blessed sunlight from
faint mo her Earth, hosesbreasts heaved,
!: az it were, with thoess of anguish for her
Sohil ldren's blood spilled there,eand nature,
Sin her myriad voices; seemed to utter those
dread words which first struck terror to a.
nurde heart, eslV here is thy brother?ss
3 fer in 4 his sdeadYstrife 8 brothers hand
spilled brothers blood. 3sar :s..,.s.. <,
8 The air was laden with death:sighsi, the:
Z mist was blood, and where the yictol: and
the rarquished lay struggling dying
mass, he stood, his towering form proudly,
fasally pre-eminent, a shining mark for the
fate be songht. fell, and the quivering
gaspof his dying prayer proclaimed his
victory. Its whispered accents arose, sub
lime and pure, above the battle din, for it
: was uttered in immortal words. 1t was,
s an anguish cry, the last heroic aspiration
y of parting soul for ''liberty or death.
"a The cold, calm moon looked down on
this scene, and seemed to pale and sicken
at the horrors there Shesveiled her face
! nom pale and deadly ones, that lay 50
stern and cold, and looked into her own
with leaden eyes. The conquerorss came
TO care forsthelr4 fallen braves, and they
foiind him with the ashreds sofzthe flag
pressed to- his torn heart, as if to heal the
wounds thats love foraits had made.
Success ever begets generosity in noble
hearts, and the conquerors barred their.
4 heads beside the form that, clad in "fatal
gray, lay atstheir feet. The yictors half
coveted the victory that theirdeadfoe had
won, as reyerently they drewthe tattered
fac around the still proud form.
They, made him there "a grave, and
their hands, the more gently because of
their trough usages," laid him in his
resting place with all the honors due. his
Scattered over eour once happygland
: unconquered thousands rest, never to be
forgotten, their memory as fresh as the
green turf above their sleeping forms.
Victorious in death, glorious i'm defeat!
Tie fell cat the surrender. - Southern
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