The gold leaf. [volume] (Henderson, N.C.) 1881-1911, 1890-06-19

Mr.. Edwin RULER, Carolina S sweetest
poet, noticed the omission of Pettigrew's
name in Memorial Flowers" and " The
Southern Bouquet" and dedicated a poem
to him entitled {" The Sunhower." | now
twine the SunfiOwer for Pettigrew and add
flower for Ransom.
OF DiXie's sweet and fragrant flowers
I'll Gull the faireSt of the fair,
From Flora's blooming bowers,
And tWine a wreath of emblemS rare
To represent the gallant band
OF heroes from our Sunny land.
Magnolias rare, I'll place for Lee,
In matchless beauty let them bloom,
From mountain top to heaving sea
And scatter far their sweet perfume.
So does our noble Chieftain stand,
The pride and glory of our land!
Now next I'll twine the Lily fair,
Still glittering with the gems of dew.
| In purity I'll place it there
For one who was Christian true.
| Forever in our hearts we'll keep
Brave Jackson-let him calmly sleep !!
| Then will twine the CrOcus gay
To represent brave Beauregard,
As it's the first to find its way
From Winters cold and frozen sod.
He is hero OF our land,
And in my bouquet he shall stand.
| The true and faithful Violet,
Exchanging as the ether blue,
| I'll place for the valiant patriot,
| Joe Johns ton, who was ever true
For firm he stood among the brave
And faithfully fought our land to save.
A spray of snowy Jessamine
Shall wreath among my fragrant flowers !;
| I'll pluck it i'm the hour of morn,
While trembling dew drops, from the
bowers,
Shall represent the tears we shed
For Stuart, nOblest OF the dead
And now for gallant ID. III. Hill
a fragrant, blooming Pink I'll place.
| His name and deeds our hearts do fill
With honor love and we'll won praise.
Sweet blossom of fair DiXie'S Land
Among her valiant Sons shall stand.
A dewy Rose of spotless white
I'll twine for MOrgan-bOld and brave,
His gallant deeds on pages bright
Shall stand among the first. His grave
Is still bedewed with grateful tears,
And memory yet his form endears.
| And Orange blossoms fresh and sweet,
Outvieing all in beauty rare,
I'll Gull and place for brave Longstreet
| Next to the rose so pure and fair
| And let them cling in fond embrace
And show their lOveliness and grace.
| The Laurel tinged with bushes gay
And strewn with glistening tears Of
morn
| I'll place in all its bright array
| For Hoke, and let it all adorn
And give to each brighter hue
Than sunshine does the morning dew.
| The Sun flower, natures crown of gold,
I'll proudly twine for Pettigrew;
No name is brighter on Fame'S scroll,
Foremost in Dattlp-eyer true
At duty'S post he fought and died,
Christian herO-his own States pride
I'll gather Snowballs pure and bright,
Still decked with crystal drops of dew,
| And place one where the morning light
Will tinge it with golden hue
For Ambrose Hill its beauty rare
Shall smile upon the morning air.
OF all the blossoms rare and tender,
I'll choose the snow white Violet
| TO represent the gallant Pender,
For in our hearts he liveth yet;
He sleeps among the noble slain
Who fell on DiXie'S battle plain.
A Camellia in regal beauty
For Matt Ransom now | will place
He never failed to do his duty,
HOnored Son of 4 noble race
Twin Star with Vance in the Southern
stu beaming DER lis from on high.
The odOrous Lilac sprays I'll twne,
COmmingled with the em'rald leaves,
And purple blooms of COlumbine
For Price who rOamed across the seas
In sorrow, when fair DiXieS land
Was conquered by a tyrant band.
The Syrnga, sweetly yelled in dew,
I'll place for RamSeur, bold and brave,
And, while the gallant ones | view
I'll think of him deep in his Craze.
Syringas then LII place to keep
Their vigils DER this herO's sleep.
From Carolina's blooming dell
I'll pluck bud all wrapped in dew,
And twine it in my wreath to tell
OF Col. Williams, brave and true,
Who gave his life our land to save
And fills patriot soldiers grave.
Round them I'll link ribbon blue,
Stained with the blood of heroes brave,
For Davis, ever good and true,
Who tried so hard our land to save.
soon will he go to Heaven above
Where all is joy and peace and love.
L know no Sweeter, fairer flowers
| Than these e'er bloomed in Eden'S bowers.
| Then honor I'll award the braves
| And noble fallen Round the graves
| OF all Confederate patriots
| I'll scatter blue FOrget-me-nots.
Sleep sweetly, noble, fallen braves,
While blooming buds weep DER your
| graves
Henderson, n. &.