Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1873-07-03


Natures seeming -palatial' bounties
That upon the Southland fell, n' q
Kept aliVesa Northern enry,'- :iacb
Still the Union promised well. 2 ~
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Tyrant-trampled millions viewed them
With a longing to be free, ID.
| Calling forth world of hatred :. j.
From the thrones beyond the sea-; -,
And ere long each sail that glided ri -.
Seaward from European piers,, -.
Brought its freight of whispered mis-
chief, ~. sr p ~.
For that'envious kindred.s ears. ,'r /.
And ere long that envious kindred,
Caught within the tlowery snare,
Met its friend with. persecutions, r..
Wrongs and insults everywhere,
Till the virtue of forbsarance '..s.,l. ,.f
Ceased to be thing Of worth, "a q
And civil war resulted
'Twixt the Sections, South and North.
Then the tyrant heads of Europe,
That their systems might pre- -
Sided with their dupes and thre,s- tiieir
Influence in the Northern SCI. :
Tyrants' means were freely gi"r,.
Tyrants' arms were in the III
Tyrants' fleets were on the sea -.
Warding off their friends OF
And the dreadful work. that ..ioH
Followed in this Southern ]
Could not be described in lai
That your minds,wuuld un..
Couut.ies robbed and cities r!;lilL~---,
Crimes of every known degree,
Traces broad where Northern rancals
Burned their roads toward the sea-
Homes OF ease, and wealth, and beauty
Cruinblcd meath the vicspr.s tread,
Helpless wives and children driven
Sleitcrless to beg for bread;
Shelterless to bega morsel,
Lighted by the burning glow
OF their stofcs, that left i people
Not II morsel to bestow
But I'll drop. this theme, my children,
For I've noted with surprise, =,
Something glittering through the dim
Bright as diamonds in your eyes.
Lives there still feeling for us!
An! was that 1t? Well, twas weak
In me to have sent tear-drop
Tracing down my furrowed cheek.
Bit the old Confederate soldier -
Couldn't help it, he must own,
For his thoughts were carried back
ward
To those better days agone, =.
When a wife upon his bosom,
And q child with flaxen hair,
And child with golden ringlets
Robbed the world Of every care.
Then his thoughts ran through the'con-
fiict, ="
Up to where the end had come. ','
And to where he left the prison
For his loved ones and his home;
And again he saw his chtmneys
Standing grim, and in row
Three neglected graves were'near them,
But twas very long ago!
eots.,D III. =
When the end had come, my children,
When the South had ceased to be,
When that proud and generous people
Claimed no longer to be free.
Then the victors, flushed and maddened
. By the taste of gold and blood,
Pounced upon the conquered region,
Doing all that victors could.
And while every thought was plumber,
Where to plunder, when and how, ~
Quietly the country .gllded ~
Into what you sec 1t now,
The victorious chieftain marking
Great advantages it gave,
Taxed his cunning till the victors
Each was made Tyrant's slave.
Well mind me how they murmured
When awakened to the state ~
Of affairs that hung around them,
But the waking CAME too late.
Every right their fathers gave them
Now, ,was.cancelled, now WAS y9ner.
LeavinG them.to beg ffor favor,
KheelnE- round a:Tyrants throne.
You have read, my little children,
Standing at your teachers knee,
How great and bad rebellion
Rose along the. Southern sea.
You have read Of how the nation
Rallied in the right, and now
One good man led on the armies,
Winning laurels for.his. brow. jfa
You have read of how the traitors
Fell beneath his might, and you 2;.,6
Too have read OF how that conflict
| Left this good man much to do;
How the war had left tbe country
Racked witlKstfffes ahd vague alarms,
And of how this man, to save 1t,
Took it kindlyin his arms.
Nailgl,t in this find for WONDER
But twill be my dying pride iH
To reflect that some are living -,
Who have hoard the other side.
| And the old man asks favor
Ere his form is stiff and cold!,
Ho1.t you tell your little child,eh
What the old Confederate told2