The farmer and mechanic. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1877-1885, 1883-04-18
For .he r. 4 VI. II ,uSeh .
In Men1oriam
By EUGENE HALL.

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/ Can il indeed be true that eighteen wears
/ Have passed. many 50 drear. 50 traught
4 with woe
They tagged meath the weight Of bitter
tears
When TO the vast eternal shore
| They winged their weary flight.
Years in which more scythes than that
Of time
Swept with evil hand, as an avenging
rod.
While the children OF this bright and
sunny cline.
/ Lost all hoYe. save trust in God
! To stav the whitening blight.
Years in which a weight Of wrath lam
BY force of arms. spirit thai knew no
death.
Even when marmed, and guarded BY a
stronger foe.
Conscious honor was breathed in every
breath.
! And flashed from every eve.
| Years in which we were deprived Of all
That could have healed the wounds of a
regretful heart
i Manacled hands would have grasped in
! so great Il tall
/ An enemies have reld in kindly part
4 And nearer drawn the severed tie.
/ Years in which true records have been
kept
i Only i'll honest hearts, and all else
through ear
Df ambitious hopes. and enterprising
means. were swept
/ Away. and m,n to Southern hearts so
lear
Were srt il Sc"r'I apart.
Years that made the hxuriant land a
waste,
All beaten down, blood Tecked, and
seethed in tears.
/ No visible monuments had we in all this
space
OF our worth, but vast planes OF biers,
And each a bleeding heart
Never in ages past, or those to come
can be
Greater glory and honor. than due ou.'
/ brave men.
Who gave their lives a sacrifice so free
And were faithful even unto the end
/ To their Southern land.
4 The approving words, ''She hath d dJne
what she could.'
/ spoken by higher court, one more Just
than ours.
/ Teaches us to bring some offering. it is
meet we should.
/ And there are none who may not 5r ~
sweet flowers
With gentle loving hand.
The land they loved, the land for which
they died,
Renews its sweet garlands every spr.rg
/ As memorial. then let it be our guide
/ A sweet offering we'll ne 'er fail to brin :,
AS grateful donors.
! Let no avarrious Judas bewail the poor
And speak OF the widows and orphans
lot;
':The poor We have always - it was said
YOU know.
! Lo keep in thy heart a warm sad spot
For our soldiers honors.
Time that ne'er its wings doth fold
So slowly moved, it hovered Ger our
land
Has sometimes placed tablet or a
scroll
More lasting than sentiment traced III
sand
4 To honest worth.
Then bronze, and sculptured marble
brE-.
4 When golden footprints mark the way,
| Yet floral offerings stli must swing
Their incense on each tenth OF May
Throughout the South.
Let the trumpet flower, where e'er it
dwelleth
With its scarlet petals luxurient grow,
| A blood strained banner, dropping low
Ger trelis
Falling in clusters in their bri- ht flow
| Like Clotted fold.
| Typical flower. with poisoned chali,e
That slrenthened the Patriot with It's
warm glow.
Whom presented by duty in cottage OF
Twas quatfed to the dregs, and Heroes
tell low
In numbers untold.
Then come each year with soft light step
Remember brave soldiers sleep in the
gloom,
Let the thought Of their sacrifice be ever
kept.
As fresh as the flowers. we lay on the
tomb
OF men without peers.
Natures censer, each perfumed waxeu
cup
Will eaten the tear dreary twilight dotl
SIZED.
Troubling dirge-like winds shall lift
them up.
And watt their incense. over our dead
IN mist of tears.
Shadows long anG dark at eventide WI
Their som1re lengths o'er ,hcir place O.
rest
And min. in. with echoes ol ,hc past
Chimes requ EN- i'll every Southern
! re ST
Or memory uells.
ON eyes o:ten -liste:. viii sorrows tear
Yet honors tar brighter await them VI
There
Than any loud heart can make for then
here.
4 crown for the right, that might can
not wear
Of pure Immortelles.
Louisburg, n. c., April :, 's3.