The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1885-07-04
ARMANT.*


That chosen line must even lie
a better one than tn is. where he
Shall halt and say, Right here We tight"
Upon the summit OF the r.>e
lie sits his horse a blonticI bay
And as we pass we hear him say
To WuAKToN-who, With some surprise.
Notes the firm step. tie jaunty air.
The vet'ran port. tao s%ollier micn
They bear, those tgoops w1io NOV had been.
AS always. left TO guard the rear
And smiling rs he speaks, Why these
They ARE my SHILOH ooys' A shout
In answer 1rem the ranks rings out
And echccs wildly thrnush the trees.
And ARMANT, riding in the lead,
SAYS. IL, ahalf smile lights hi, face.
How fairly. Pheasant HUT would grace
Our cplors ] had wish'd. indeed.
That here we might the battle try.
See yonder d~ogwoo,i look how bright
1t shines amid the pines, as white
As suulit cloud 'saiust murky SKY.
'If here my fate TO TALL, and meath It
We're | laid, unIorgettin. spring
To my lone grave would ever bring
Such wealth of flowers to wreatile 1T
Then turns to me, who knew him best,
With CHEEKY laugh, as if to chase
Away his thought, or from my face
The shadow by his word, Impressed.
IL.
Ev the same lire haDtized-wcd stood
Where Tennessee her winding course
Cuts thro' the hills, and heard the hoacse
Shells wac cry wake the startled wood
Yet neier--tho' many a day had We
Rode side by side. and many IA night
Had watch'd the fading camp fires light,
Or on one blanket lain had he
A single thought of death expressed,
Or seem'd to think that it might come
la battle. Ii my lips were dumb.
Twas that I felt twas not a lest.
but inward NttfuiuH vi "a att
As oft the brave receiyc-that serves
Their courage to exait, and nerves
Their arms-a warning that his State
Should in the coming conflict claim
His life blood in her cause. His rest
Should soon be on her loving breast.
While ever in her heart his name.
How proud he looked that glorious day
When MANSFIELD daSn'd how grandly
led
The charge how with uncovered head
From his brave horse that fallen lay,
He rose, and waved his hat, then sank
With one last .'Forrard :" Oh. dear ealth
Bearer than ever, tho no dearth
OF precious blood was yours. sou drank
No purer stream. from heart more true,
Louisiana never son.
On any field, or lost or won.
A nobler death hath died for >oI.
VI.
No sounds but sounds OF peace arouse
The echoes of the forest now.
The wales are furrowed by tue piow,
Upon the slopes sleek cattle browse.
The dogwood still each spring appears
Clad as in spirit robes with smiles
OF snowy radiance lights the aisleS
of pine, then drops its flowers like tears.
Bit from the hills, by loving hands,
His ashes Lave been borne. The wave
That mulmur'd o'ef DeSoto's grave
Flows his beside, while sentry stands
It's gnarled limbs all draped in p:oss-
The oak, 'neath which his youthfurdreams
Of fame we're wrought, that mourning
In flowing Grape, his early loss.
Oh mighty river, seward How,
AND as your wave the story tell
OF cavaliers who fought and fell
For golden lilies, long ago.
Slug. too, for him a requiem soft.
Whose deeds proclaimed him of their race,
A hon, heart, with gentle face,
Worthy to bear their sword aloft. c.
Leopold l.. Armant. of st. James, colonel
of the Eighteenth Louisiana Regiment, killed
at Mansfield, La. April 8, 1864.
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