The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1882-07-13

To teach once more 10 lHch.
The Conquered are victorious
The Conquered In The strife
1hro' their children yet hall reign.
By their patience and their peace
They shall I'LL the peoples life.
From Rights cver-yrpin vein,
With The purcst blood that flows,
Made the purcr by our wees,
without stain and without cease,
Till the children of our foes
Shall he proud and glad 10 claim
And TO write upon one scroll
Every dear and dcaihless name
On our Southern Inustcr-roll.
All! we rebels met defeat
on the CORY battlefield.
And we flung oar mu-kets down,
When our Bonnic H. was iurled;
But our right did but retreat
With pure honor for her shield,
And with Justice for her crown,
From the forces Of tie world
(For against Us thousand came
Moncy-bouGht from every cline,
But we stood against them ALL
For the honor Of our name,
Till the fatcd day of time
Come but to crown our Fail
With Il ildclcss wreath OF Fame).
Retreat into that shrine.
Back of every southern breast,
Your hearts my friends, and mine,
Where Right finds holy Re.
ON the altar-staliS that slope
Towards the throne where reigns the just
Where We still live on and hope.
And IN Him we place our trust.
Is iii treason thus 10 sing?
Why. then treason le IL be:
Must we stOop 10 fawn on wrong?
To the idol must we bring
our hearts id1lat"y
And the fc4lty Of song?
No. no: the past i past
May IL never come again:
Nav no drum or bueles blast
summer warriors To the plain!
The battles play l. DER.
We Staked oar all and lost
The red. wild waves that los eel
The SOuihllnd's sacred bark
Are sleeping on the shore;
She went down IN the dark.
Is Il wrong for US 20 listen
TO the waves that still viii gilstcn
Where the wreck We loved went down?
Is IL wrong To watch the willows
That are drOuping DER the graYc2
Is IL wrong 10 love our brave?
Arc our memories n treason
To the Powers we must obey?
Can the victors give 4 reason
WhV the men who wore the gray
From our hearts should march away,
And should pass from Us forever
Like the drcamings Of The night!
Do they want the South To sever
The bloOG-cOnsecratcd tics,
The sacred bonds of sorrow
That will link our last Tomorrow
To our glory-hallowed Past?
All! our hearts cry: Never! never!
For each soldier heart thar dies
In our memories SIN - heating:
Tho the year fast retrcating,
We remember 10 Tie last.
Nay: tell Il rs yOu my,
IL never can be- told.
And sing 1t as You VIII,
II never can nc sung
The story Of the glory of orr bonnie, bonnie nac.
When it, batiic-wing, were waving I'm tie valley
on the cra9-
On the pillows Of tic ocean-sy the rivers wind
Ing shore.
The years have passed away,
But. ah It's hinging stili
Around our hearts to-day
The self-s;,mc spell IL flung
Ger our soldiers In their gray.
Back Of lines that never quailed-
var from battle-bannCrs Hash
There were lips mat iLOancd and walled,
And how many eyes that wcpt;
Tho they heard no cannon crash
Nor the tcTrOr-storm of lead,
And they sighed The while they slept
When they dreamed their own were dead.
Mothers, wives and children fair,
Back of all the ranks that fought,
Knclt adOwn in holy prayer,
And In heaven only sought,
In their Infinite d, spair,
CLEANS Ofhope 10 Hight the night
Darby gathering DER the Right.
Can "A singer gather up,
In The chalccs OF song,
Half the tears that filed the cup
OF Tie erieis of such Il throng?
Crimson drops on battle plain,
Thro' four sOrrOw-ladcn years
Were they richer than the rain,
That baptized our homes with tears?
Nay. no singer yet has sung
Song To tell how hearts had hled,
Where. our soldiers homes among,
Wept eyes waiting for the dead.
And one-statuesaue and still
lis he In the hall Tonight.
Who yet suffers for the Eight?l
Faithful chieffaiu of our Cause
Like an ocean rock his will