Wilmington journal., 1873-07-18

BY CAPTAIN JAMES BARRON HOPE.
ave live in an age that makes truth pass for
acknowledgements Sidney, from the scahold
Dec, mber 18th, 1853.
Giving" as noble Sidney slid-
Sidney whose fame with time exl an is
In a hard age where simple truth"
For deadly ''trea SOD stands,
We come TO raise this mourn: al shaft
Above the cOnsecrated dust
of heroes who laid down their lives.
For what they deemed most Just.
ntigono herself was not
More tender in her pious care
OF her dead brother, than to-day
Virgins > daughter ) ere.
OF their dead brothers. who nov sleep
Beneath this ever -hallOwed sod,
Where floral epita pbs will bloom go
All written by our God.
Aud were that fate reserved for us
Described by matehless Sophoeles,
Still would We come with loving hands,
And on Onr bended knees.
Heap up the turf-heave high the shaft
Pay homage to these cold remains
and testify their cause went dJwn
Free from d>hGnCr 5 stains.
o brutal Groom here may cry:
Ion fl ON your dead !" No seutry's gun
Shall drive the str cken mothers foot
Back from Ler sleeping son.
The bra, est OF the brave who fought
Against us, pay them honors due,i
such would plant above these graves
The laurel and the yeW.
Here all is pt ace, for them at last,
Deep as some trOpic Islands calm,
When h, mns rise from the breakers and
Responses from the palm.
Here thoughtful pilgrims yet shall stand,
As fades the even mellowed ligh.,
a ni gazing on ,lis shaft will read
That. God shall judge the righ.*
T.. him, and to the Id, they've lett
The:r mighty Epic's wondrons song,
More than Home ic i'll its swell,
In Faith and Duty strong!
Unknown of men, here they sleep,
Within this grave yirds tender gloom
Unknown, because a Fandal foe
ASs4ed each quiet tomb
The rustic head boards which once mark9d
Each valiant warrior silent post
Planned in barbaric cam p-fires when
1 he head-long, raiding i1st
Swept this calm spot with cruel hoof
And sought 10 work these sierpers shame
But not unknown of Col they sleep
He knows the seI rate name
OF each slain hero. Here He sends
His gentle dews-His generous grass
Here spreads in heavens own charity
As Springs and Summers pass.
They need no AlmOners to Fame
TO give the laurels crown or bust
Their deeds will live When shaft and urn
Have crumbled into dust
No cold Mortality need e'er
Come hther in his pIOus mood
Here the Historic NJ use will stand
And proud Tradition brood
Roman Emperor, when death
Stood full before his steadfast eye,
Cried out and said Come lift me up,
For would standing die
And THkY died standing in the cause
of the great South, on Honor field
Here every patriot hero sleeps
ON "unsur- endeIcd sheld.'t
This is the cord on the stone
Which tells their story for all time,
And generations yet unborn
Shall cali their fate sublime.
From all the South they came to
For Freedom valiantly they bed,
And sleep upon Virginia's breast
Embraced with her own dead.
Twice victors the self same field
Where once their columns swept the plains
Our mother takes the 10 her heart
The did not die vain
No, not i'll vain They leave behind
Their history OF duty done
tf paDgs ami agOnieS endured,
And many n ed field won.
When Summers sun blazed in the blue
Aud changed it TO a braZen arch.
And dried the streams they strug 5itd
The hot and dusty march.
When Winters blasts pierced through their
frames,
Untented in the fields they lay,
And braved the bitter froSts OF night,
RThe sleet and SHOWS or day.
When battle called them to tn bleed,
Proudly they maiched 4, though clad In rags
And as they died, like soldiers true,
They fell around their flags.
., glorious Flag! o, righteous Cause
-, glorious struggle t. be free
-. glorious sleepers Ye. indeed,
Were tit to follow Lee
inscriptions monument.