The Memphis appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1886-1890, 1886-02-28
or the Appeal.
DUCT AMOR PATRIR.

Come, come, my harp, with thee now will
| roam,
Far from the city's never ceasing roar;
And mid the scenes where nature makel
her home,
VIII seat ms self where mountain torrent;
| pour
Their headlong streams, and strike thy
| strings once more.
| My song snail be ny country aud my kind,
Aud tho unnoticed Oft I've sung before;
God grant this theme that fills each pat
Within his loyal breast glad response may
find.
Virginia Ger thy blue and smoke wreathed
/ roam, and trace tbs, beauties one by one;
Beneath me in thy wales tue sparkling rills,
shoot back the golden arrows of the sun,
As onward in their mossy beds they run.
| see thousand giant wheels revolving
Along the streams until the day is done;
And hear the hum Of plenty day by day,
Which tells me beauty here holds not alone
It's sway.
But standing thus beneath the azure skies,
With none but hills, and fields, and forests
A lurid panorama CLOVIS before mine eyes,
And beating wings Of other days hear;
The peaceful present, trembling all with
fear,
On spreading pinions wings its flight afar;
As, laid within its winding sheet and bier
With many a melancholy dirge and jar,
The gay past appears high on its winged car.
The thro9SinS phantOms wave spectral
And backward roll the curtains from the
Rsvealfar Cardinals proud, palmetto land,
serenely sleeping meath the soft star
But bark the lannon's, Ger the waters
bright,
Deep muiied by the tides incoming swell,
Awake the sleeping echoes of the night,
To hear its country has bid one long fare
WELT
And friends have heard, and proudly does
her sod
Uphold the thousands gathered far and
wide;
But. ali those thOushtless shots have raised
rod
To smlts, like Moses's staff. the Northern
side,
And whelm her meath the fierce, exhauItless
tide.
ITO arms To arms" the bands all Eaily
And North, and South, each answer with its
Till where Potomac clcaves its seward way,
They proudly stand opposed in battle stern
array.
As when, upon some sultry summers eve,
While all the world with stiffness is OPP
pressed,
We see the trembling lishtninEs family
cleaye
The low'ring clouds that darkly fringe the
west.
And hear the breezes signing sink to rest,
While distant thunders seem to speak with
dread,
Till fierce and swim appearing his scOwlins
crest,
The storm king springs from out his cloudy
bed,
And Jars the massive earth with his oncom-
coming tread.
SO bursts the roll of deadly musketry,
And cries that swell along the smoking
Az, wrapped within the sulph'rOus canopy,
i"0 again: O"s 'H"S' '"e '""A'
A shock. crash Of steel, recoil, and then
Ais hushed beneath the cannon's sullen
Far flames the sky with Kissing shells, and
The night comes on, the war cloud, rising
slow,
Reveals the PROSTATE forms Of those doom'd
TO charge no more.
There CLOVIS each scene upon this pictured
page;
From. those that first aroused the nations
ire,
To those that witnessed its expiring rage,
And queenly Richmond decked in robes Of
Became her fallen couutry's funeral pyre-
But, standing here, in sables sOiled and
The Old Dominion s g snius claims my Tyre;
And with her mournful eyes upon me
She slowly strikes it's strings and makes this
sad. lament:
"In yondsr field, once torn by shot and
But smiling now bepeath the beaminE sky,
My sons, my pride, my staf in thousands
And not a mark to tell me where they lie
They fell, but then alone they did not die,
For while about these hills sadly roam,
The mothers moan, the sisters pensive
smite on mine ear, and tell me long have
Their hearts to loved ones far beyond that
starry dome.
Alas why paint that picture, when of war
The rising races wish its 0iOries sung
Resume thy harp take up the past and
Thine own conclusions from the deeds that
Their fadeless wreaths on flames eternal
Then, turn to those around thee, those that
sprung
From out the land which thou art proud to
call
Thy country. Yet, oh yet! remember thro'
tall,
MEMS hearts within the past's dim vaulted
cave
Find consolation when all else has flown;
And should the present whelm it meath its
wave
They'd fondly shape another all their own:
To trace ca h deed that's treasured there,
It's shown
By every mark upon their bOsoms set,
The difference IL, If difference there is
known,
They love the proud, the spotless deed, and
yet
Is deubly loved the one that's Swallowed
with regret.
| firing on Fort Sumter.
-Sydaep J. WILSON.
MEMPHIS, January %, 1886.
Engineer Killed.
ATIENTOWN Pa Eahrpory -