New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1870-05-22
"A KEB RI HYMN.

element in any poetic situation than has
the writer, tn ough he would doubtless do il
better. We regret not being able to give
the name of the hero whose hopes lowered
into such melodious desperation, but may
give the assurance that he was a genuine
rebel, ranking himself as poet, very de
cidedly, in that guise. 1t Was written Blk
years since, or nearly, and before
Lees surrender, which it foretells
from a point of causaion. That such
dissatisfaction with the leaders of the cause
as it imports arose throughout Dixie, and
gave dramatic and historic vitalism to the
closing act is without doubt; but these
leaders were chiefly civic heroes-they who
fled from the terrible despotism of the Uuion
to feed and figure, not fight. And of this
class, we do not doubt, is the lyrist who cele.
brates the last agonies OF the rebellion in
such prophetic verse, which we now propose
to immortalze by setting it up in good Union
type. Should the pater, in this later and
more patriotic time, desire to legitimze his
progeny by acknowledgment, it shall be pub.
lished. So come forward, sir poet!
Tho Los. Cause.
Utterly gone!
l said it q year ago-meant it as well:
Is not the debris now dripping to he'll?
So l, looking on,
See it, so think it, SO swear it. tell
The world of it plainly utterly gone.
Dripping to hell.
Utterly gone!
You may crouch inward and shudder-I
dare
Open the doom which lies here unaware:
Our men are grown wan
Seeing what you will not see-the red glare
MantliDg to blazes- utterly gone.
The rest is snare.
Utterly gone!
have some zoydky-that to my own
That to my dear ones, my darlings ha!f
grown.
They have looked on,
And not understood; and all that is known
know and they know not. Utterly gone
The king bird is flown.
Utterly gone.
A million OF mortals sent hell-ward-to
hell;
A million of spirits come heavenward as
well;
million press on,
Maddened and merciless-still their ranks
swell,
And 80 numbers end it. Utterly gone.
Now wait for the knell
Utterly gone!
Yet no thing care we for their mercy-we
stand
Our hearts and our hopes and our lives in
our hand;
But whittier the dawn?
We wait it alone in the spirit-land,
For here we lie stranded. Utterly gone
Give spirits your hand.
Utterly gene
Are millions on millions OF hopes that were
shrined
In our people, our heroes, our men of mind,
Who live in the d iwn,
Gathered away to the best of their kind,
Whittier they beckon US. Utterly gone!
So we stay behind.
Utterly gone
Our soldiers who meet us each day On the
street
They know whom they trusted, know whom
they meet;
They will not trust on
Heroes who strive in he ranks, repeat,
Look askant at Us leaders. Utterly gone! |
We know whom aoe meet.
Utterly gone
Is the cause of all cause.-the freedom OF
Our sons will be free from the slavery bah
So they may strive on
With ballots, with brains, with bullets-our
plan,
So tried and SO stranded Utterly gone
y Do all that we can.
Utterly gone!
As ten is to one all our chances are slain;
AS one is to ten lies the seed in the brain;
Now carry It on
Now make ready reapers to sickle the grain
When the harvest is ripe. Utterly gone
So we bury the pain.
Utterly gone
Are our hopes and our heroes-the worlds
best braves.
Here shrined are their memories-where are
their graves
7 will not matter at dawn.
Ye towards, ye skulkers, hounds, hypo.
critics, knaves,
Traitors and fugitives-utterly gone.
Ye nO,c are the Sldues.
Serenado to Governor hard.
We clip the following from the Augusta,
Georgia, Republican, tor the information of
our readers who had the pleasure of DR..
Bard's acquaintance when he was in Louisi-
ana:
DR.. Samuel Bard, late editor of the Ne,c