The south Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1879-1883, 1882-06-20
OUR DEAD.

We srhifnt by request, uudcf ssihfs
title, the rqcn written by the lnte
Col. A.NTi nobby, aud published IN
Galveston January. 1866. We do
~, impelled by no political feeling
whatever, but to ai,l In the prcservs.
ton OF h Soefh thai Nems TO deserve
more thRh a fugilive mention, and
that now receives u in0ni'I'ful
emphasis by the recent and latfiShtcd
deafh OF It's gifted s,ithor, She poen
Ia based upon the following para
graph OF sermon. preached by the
Rev. Henry Ward lSerthera III WAS
the %Sri, work that Satan aud sin
ever undertook IN this world, aud
they that suffered IN Il We're not
martyrs III a good cause, hHt iaohVir, !
III bad one. WHO shah comfort
them tha! sit by dishonurtd grascs?'
ogR nEAD.
VIE, brutal man. and dif'tast ifs6u
IN t;nis hh6lhte,l place 10 !srcark,
With impidus tongue nnd brazrn brow,
Tho lesson hell would blush to teacny
The cruel tannt thy lips hare hIssed.
Beneath Religions hoiy screen,
Ia faIsc ~ falsc iscsriut's kiss;
Isfalsc as thou ant vile nn,l mean.
Arc these tho lessons which he tauHilti
And was his mission here IN vninf
Peace aud good WIN scrfh words Of fnausht,
Hell rules the earth win 'RatcAgAim
And thou. its chosen Instrument,
lIyrna-likc, with heafticss tread,
Hast dared invade. with biooilhouni scent,
This sacred precinct Of tho dead.
Not such from those. dear brave old sodtlr.
who met thee In the hour of might,
Hut from ths coprse, ppllutc,l m,util
or coward cnrs who feared 10 light
bear. lovc,l oi South, contcmn the rursc
Chat tloso " ho hate shall heap on you.
You've wcpt behind wars biuo,iy hcarsc,
That bore away your brave aud true.
Their precious blood. though rainly shed,
Long ns thy Shore old ocvan lavcs,
Wen bJw with rry'rcnre v'cr tur ,!ead.
Ani bless the turf that wraps their graves.
from Mexico to Maryland
Their grave. arc xtrwn like Autumn leaves;
What though no mothers tender Mimi
uponth tomb u chnplst wcarcss .~
For wives. nor sisters, bend ab,vc
The hon .rc,l soidtcr's unmarked mounds
The, are OH, cts ofvternai love
IN ronrccratrd southern xruupa.
IL rrcks not where their TSJhlrt lie.
lIy bieo,iy hillside. plain or river,
Their names are bright ON fs'nc's proud sky.
rhcirdee OF yaloi, live forever.
The song birds Of The south shall Sing,
From forest hr-t'kt and ivwery stem,
Aud grniicat waters, murnurihg,
Unite 10 hymn their requiem.
4 nj spring win drck their haliowed bed
wins typrs NJ rrrurrcetion's day.
Asd siIrni tear. that night hath shed,
The mornings beam will kiss away.
Those heroes rest In solemn fame
On every icli where FRI cdoiu blcd;
a nd shall Nc set the touch VI shame
FAN like blight upon our ,ica,li
No wrwtch We srurn thei, hatred now.
And his. their shame from pole To pole;
rhc brutss ara better far than th-u.
Anl beasts wuul blush To own thy soul.
'.pi.houored grsres." Take back the liz
That's breaihcd by mere than human hate.
Lest. Ananfa,-iikc, you die,
Not less deserving ~ his fate,
Our partan wsinrn noN IN duet
Artunl thcii country Is broken shrine;
Trs-as iirir cause xas right snd just;
ruteAs their dcrds have been divine.
T.sii angel hand the woun,ie,l chscrc,i--
Did all that woman Srar darcs.
when wealth ani homes hal disappeared
They gave their tears, and smiles aud pray.
ers.
They proudly gave thcir sc%cnnr
For all they lovel-t, Worthless toys;
Drank to the lrcss the hitter cup
To feed our sirk AHd starving boys.
Their glorious aas an nisn HoMafe
isbsrne rs that ancsnlurrci haul.
'ris urIed. Upon the "siicnt shore
Its heroes still around II stand.
81 more beneath it- ioIds shall mact
The armies oftMfAortai Lee;
The raliing of their ,lru,ns' last beat
Ia eehciny IN eternity. gt
lCouicr.JottAAl.