The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1869-07-25
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ed by the ceingular factl that o, atronR vii
sprung mp the night after the brutal soondu
ofIthe rsdicais, and, by ito power, the aowe
knee-deep, on those OF the .a'rebels.pe n
beautiful genius of MIR. Randall at once eeiz
upon the theme |; and wovo around itHthis RI
garland Of poesie.] EIl.- - 4 ~
The broken column, reared in air .,.,
To him who made our country great,
Can almost cast its shadow where
Tho victims OF grand despair,
=, In long. long ranks Of death await .t
The last, loud trump the Judgment Sun,
Which como for all, audpeo9n or late,
win come for those at Arlington.
In that vast sepulchre repose
The thousands reaped from every fray,
The Men in Blue who once uprose
In battlefront to smite their foes
The Spartan Bands who wore the Grey.
The combat DER, the death-hug done,
In summer blaze or winter SHOWS,
They keep the truce at Arlington.
And, almost lost in myriad graves
or those who gained tn unequal fight,
Are mounds that hide Confederate braves
Who reck not how the North Wind raves,
Ger thoas Who S ioas and nS, those WHO WS; won,
Death holds n? parley which was right
Jehovah judges Arlingtonl ''
The dead had rest; the dove of peace
Brooded DER both with equal wings.
To both had come that great surcease,
Tho last Omnipotent release
From all the worlds delirious stings.
To bugle deaf and signal gun,
They slept, ike heroes Of old Greece,
Beneath the glebe at Arlington.
And in the springs benignant reign.
The sweet May woke her harp Of pines,
Teaching her choir thrilling strain
or jubilee to land and main,
She dapced In emerald down the lines,
Denying largess bright to none,
She saw no difference in the signs
That told who slept at Arlington.
She gave her grasses and her showers
To all alike who dreamed in dust;
Her sorg+ birds wove their dainty bowers
Amid the Jasmine buds and;fiowers,
: ;: And pfIed with. an Impartial trust,
Waifs OF the air and liberal sunl
Their guileless glees were kind and Just
To friend and foe at Arlington.
And mid the generous spring. there came
Some women of the land who stroye
To make this funeral field of fame
Glad as the May-god's altar flame,
With rosy wreaths Of mutual love,
Unmindful who had lost or won,
They scorned the jargon Of q name
No North, no South, at Arlington.
Between their pious thought and God
Stood files OF men with brutal steel;
The 'garlands placed on "rebel sod"
We're trampled in the common clod,
To die beneath the hireling's heel
Facing this triumph of the Hun,
Our smoky CDsar gave no nod
To keep the peace at Arlington.
Jehovah judged, sbashing man;
For, in the vigils of the night,
His mighty storm avengers ran
Together in one choral clan, + :. - +,
Rebuking wrong, rewarding right.
Plucking the wreaths from those who wop
The tempest heaped them dewy bright
On rebel graves at Arlingtonl
And, when the morn came young and fair, a
Brimful Of bushes ripe and red,
Knee-deep in sky-sent roses there,
Nature began her earliest prayer
Above triumphant Southern dead.
So, in the dark and in the sun,
Our Cause survives the Tyrant's tread
And sleeps to wake at Arlingtonl