The New Orleans bulletin. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1874-1876, 1874-08-16
From the Galveston News.l
OUR CONFEDERATE DEAD.

1t was the worst work that Satan and sin uIl
dertook in this world and they that suffered /
IL were not martyrs in good cause but convict
in bad one. Who shall comfort them that 81
by d,shonored graves" Sermon q Henry Wor
Bsecter.
Vile, brutal mani and darest thou
In Gods anointed place to preach
With lmplOus tongue and braZen brow
The lessons hell would blush to teach?
The cruel taunt thy lips have Kissed
Beneath religions holy screen,
7. false false Iscariots kiss;
l. false-as thou art vile and mean.
Are these the lessons which He taught:
And was His mission here in vain?
Peace aud good will seem words of naught
He'll rules the earth with hate again.
And thou! it, chosen instrument,
Hyena-hke, with heartless tread,
Hast dared invade, with bloodhound scent,
The sacred precincts Of the dead.
Not such from those, dear brave old South,
Who met thee in thine hour Of might!
But from the coarse, polluted mouth
OF coward Cnrs, who feared to fight.
Dear loved old South contemn the curse
That those who hate shall heap on you;
You've wept behind wars bloody hearse,
That bore away your brave and true
Their precious blood, though vainly shed
Long az tiny shore old Ocean laves-
Wen bow with reverence DER our dead,
And bless the turf that wraps their graves.
From Mexico TO Maryland,
Those graves are strewn like Autumn leaves
What though no mothers tender hand
Upon their tomb chaplet weaves,
Nor wives, nor sisters bend above
The honofed soldiers unmarked mound
They are objects OF eternal love
In consecrated Southern ground
1t recks not where their bodies lie
BY bloody hill side. plain or river
Their homes are bright on Fame's proud SKY
Their deeds Of valOr live forever;
The song birds Of the South shall sing
From forests grand, and iowery stem
And gentlest waters murmurIn3,
Unite TO hymn the requiem.
And Spring will deck Their hallowed bed
With types Of resurrection day;
Ard silent tears the Night hath shed
The Mornings beam will kiss away.
Those heroes rest in solemn fame
On every field whore Freedom bled;
And shall we let the touch of shame
Fall like blight upon our deed
No-wretchl we scorn thy hatred now,
And hiss thy shame Ii ON pole to poe
The brutes are better far than thou,
And He'll would blush to own thy soul.
Dishonored graves?" take back the lie
That's breathed by more than human hate,
lfess, 1llhM os-uhO, yOu ulos
Not less deserving of his fate.
Our Spartan women bow in dust.
Around their country's broken shrine,
True-as their souls are noble-iust
Pure-as their deeds have been OWNS.
Tueir Angel hands wounded cheered-
Did all that woman ever dares
When wealth and homes had disappeared,
They gave US tears. and smiles and prayers.
They proudly gave their jewels up
For all they loved las worthless toys
Drank to the drcgs Wants bitter cup
To feed our SICK and starving boys.
Their glorious flag on high no more
is borne by that unconquered band;
STis furled upon the "silent shore
It's heroes sill around it stand.
Nc more beneath it's folds shall meet
The armies of immortal Lee,
The rolling Of their drums last beat
Is echoing in eternity.
Galveston Texas January, 1865