Memphis daily appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1847-1886, 1869-05-09

III.
| In mighty phalanx approach The Zoe,
TO deal destrucaOn, d. ath aAc woe
Inspired BIZ / ate and passions ore,
10 Tavage The south with sword and fire
TO crush The proud, opPress Tho weak
md upon the heipisss vengeance NTeak.
Grasp The ligh' nlBg Ia It's luId course,
Imp1 ess tae thundsrs, muitering and hoarse-
Loose the winds from the gloomy caves,
Enitt the spell OF Inaddehsd wsYz;
In the caveTns OF earth aiSe down deep,
Whers Tell spirits their Tevtls keep,
Aud drag them forth 20 JON the rIy,
Aye 4, sen catcn the widows sigh,
Mingled with irthe hungry orphans moan,
Or SD re ain-the ruined malden's groan.
seize JUr.nres from the murderer's dream,
A demon eyes upon the slumberers CLEAN;
invoke All those to inspire thy lay,
In telling tue horrors Of that terrible Cay.
Side By side the Southroas stand,
O1e in heart. Joined In hand,
Resolved 10 ave their sunny land,
Or Yield their life.
With a shout that make the welkin ring,
ARd a prayer 70 tne Almighty King,
ina victory OF death, the day may bring,
They join tue strife.
VI.
Four long years the conflict RACES
-Four loaE years the battle wages;
BldsEt4 are AAE uOBSo VI HdBES-
The cause is lost.
VII.
Take down our flag. fold it With care
Touch Il gently as some sacrsd thing.
More precious than gold or rubles rare
Round which holy mem'rits cling.
THE LOST CAUSE!" magic spell!
How Il causes the heart to swell
y it'll g~rioffoO great for tongue 10 tell,
That dep in the soul must forever dwell
Els left for as TO weep and pray,
And upOn his ever hallOwed day.,
Strew flowers upon TIE lonely grave,
Ofthose who died the South 70 save.
VIII.
Noble dead sleeping dust! mOuiiering clay!
Perchancsa wife or sister lar away,
Unlocks the dark chamber of her mourning
BIDS Observation-Disclosures of the ny.ng-an de-
Aud Infancy roams the spirit land,
TO IN with thee OF the martyred land.
o., will not some kind angel hover1ng near,
Whisper TO her ofthe strangers tear
A tear shed on tbs tomb Of her idol clay,
As tender hands deck thy grave to-day
TX.
Step lightly DER this hallowsd ground
Strew flowers upon each sOdded mound;
Letj1yous laughter lie Impressed
Let prayer and hope warm each breast
A solemn hush rule the hour
And Tears be shed-a soldiers dover.
Ills at that woman should tWiRe the wreath,
Who Chsered our soldiers with each breath
Who stssled his heart snd nerved his arm,
Whose spiie wasjoy miist wars alarm.
Yes, let h-r weave the chaplets bright
Yield to her the precious right
To gtrsW flowers on the warriors her,
And bless his ashes with her pUresy tssr
FIT IS tha spot for love and glery to blend,
Where sleep father, brother, husband, friend,
XII.
Come, We angels, pure and bright.
Come, ye haHoing spirits oflight-
Bre tthe a holy hush around,
Rest a helo upon each cherished mound,
Our duty'rd1ue-the d~y Is speat-
Our taars and signs toy Their we've bleRt,
For ours is a common so-row-a common lot
4 heritage by oar treasures bought.
Let US cherish l., 10 story and urn,
While valor lives, OF freedoms light shall
Ever keep sacred our hag-the flag OF the
Never unfcrled save o'er q soldiers grave.
Teach our children its honOre story
How 'netJh its folds their fathers strOye
strike the letters from 1.-The laud we love.
When sons shTil mourn Tor slressiatn,
And f-ar their bl cd was shed In vsio,
Paint them away TO tbs hights OF fame,
Wherever shall glitter the tlustTlOus name
W Washington. Hard by It's side-a glorious
Shine the bright names ofJAcKsoS and LEE.
$3.50 dedicated to ne patriotic ladies Of
WooDvnLE, April %, 1869.
FINALE
And now the tribute has been paid.
Over the quiet graves Of the known sod
the nsmeiess dead alike, have The flow
ers Of spring been strewn by loving
hands, and sgain have f~BH1rteAes ard
mdrgUeTitss been hung upon the humble
stones that mark their last abode. The
fond rites have again been soiemDiZsd
the fzrvid words OF pity, OF patriotism
aud q poesy have been spoken; the
fjwers OF memory haze again been
ystered with tears. The steps that
Hended to EimWoOd, have retired, and
LEFT TO their deep Fep)ss the dead who
sleep so silently beneath its grassy
slopes snd uadsr its ePtesding trees,
swaitirg the Isst feUsiis. Tbs stars
Of night are now the only watchers
where but q few hours ago tbrongsd
thousands. The midnight bresze sings
through the flowers a requiem for the
fallen, whose memory and example is all
that we have lefl to rs to strengthen cur
hearts and nerve us to bssr those Ills
which they died trying to ward eff nom
our eoQutTy.
-i' EIuoafhled and saiuted dead ."
Or shsil your glOry be forgot
mile Fane heF record keeps,
Nor honor points the hallCwed spot
Where valor IrOudly sleeps"