Richmond dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1884-1903, 1890-08-03
Jefferson Davis
AN ODE.
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That he illustrious among oil tho Greeks
Might DO and win the precious need OF fame.
She kindlei on his shield and lofty crest
FIRE miraculous, with steady ois1o
Like tho autumnal star which. rising iresn
From ocesn's wave. shines brightest In me
sKiesn Homer.
Softi wake him not
our Chieftain sleepsi
Yet hts proud fame shall mover DO iorgeti
For Glory keeps
Her sleepiess watch. and GER him weepA
And nlls her cup OF SORROWS 10 the brim-
The Niobe Of time
While grsndly pea the lofty hymn,
And choral strains sublime;
And mortal incense mineles with olvihef-
And his great deeds,
And holy creeds
In Glory merge, and luminously snfns,
queuchiess bcacon-star,
To guide afsr,
Ger the toss'd sea
OF Liberty
And Law, mans loftiest hope:
And nerve him with herculoan thews 20 cope
With giant Error and tyrsnnic Power,
Till DER the World,
Proud banners wave,
By Freedoms hand unfurled,-
Ard not a star shall beam upon slsveI
In that supremest hour.
True men shall bless thy c1esd,
And give 10 thee the mood
OF virtue high,
And stateliest chiyalry;
And thy great name
Shall blaze In fame
Like Gun-names burning in the noon-day Ky
Tho light and glory OF eternity
The Hero sleeps
And Fame her vigil koepA
And sanctifes the clay,
And his ennobled face
Ia lii with tonderest grace,
As though a seraphs touch nad wood AsV
Tho ruggedness OF lilo,
Fncaryed by storm and strife,
- tha fron1ad glory that had markeQ il9
And dauntless front,
Whose soaring crest had never deignea 70 oo"sf'
Though II had dared the brunt
OF crinsoned battle, and tho 1ercest hate,
But over rose triumphant ana eiato.
Ger Wars red sea,
Tho highest-crested billow OF the ngh!'-
Amid the storms OF scorn and Reacnery,
The cyno,ure that lighted 10 the hignt
We gaze to-day into thy placid face.
Richer In beauty than the scuiptureu stone
By art embazoned with maichless grace.
md marvel that the travails thou hast berne-
A Nations agony and bloody sweat,
The tears Of women that are falling yet
Fair banners trailing in the Gust, and Death
Shifting thy children with consuming Dreath:
INV country fallen and her armies crushed
Beoesth the countless myrmidcns, who rushed
To SCOT the Giant ~ she proudly sank,
Not conquered. but o'erthrown by ssrvns
might,
Like Hector battling with the serried rank
OF slaves, who slew him In unequal fight
Have left no tracery OF tho bitter WOO
Upon thy quiet brow-Do scar or sign
OF criofs inflicted by the vengeful foe,
Which made thee highest OF the martyred line
OF chiefs and heroes high 10 glory,
Whose names shall live in endless story
whilo tho brave. knightly southern heart shall
live
tear TO shed, benson to givel
Tho hsro's dead:
Ring out, ye solemn bella
His goul has nod:
Hark how the anthem swoile
Ger hill and dale.
Ii bears the tale
Where lived and died the heroes thst No LED;
And through the pain
And hurting strife again
We hear their cheers and lusty martial tread.
Upheld By Mars
The stars and Bars
Are lifted high unto the fadeiess stars;
And through the night OF Time
We hear the roar
OF battles-nerce, sublime,
As oceans waves that storm tho unyfddins
shore.
But soft-tis but a dream
The golden stream
OF Peace glides onward. In the lussrous light
OF smiling plenty aud OF calm delight:
And n cath it's tide, the IRE OF old-lime crecds,
The lustre aud the splendors OF their past,
Are chastened, though their majesty OF deeds
stiIl echoes through the world. thunder-blast
OF Titan's strife, and mastery sublime:
That lives within the populous ear OF Tine:
Lo! on It's peaceful borders stand
Our Nations sistorhood,
Rnlinkod In one-with hand In hand
Who love the noble and the good
Ring out-ripg out the beilsl
Your solemn music tells
To oil tho World that Peace has come
again,
To Danish strife and pain:
And blood bought Libety will ever stano
To ~ hAr Rtsp with her ia mtuR EIAQo.
Tho High Arch-angel OF her chosen land,
To guard the trophies that her triumphs MADE.
Ring out-ring out, 70 peiis,
Your solemn knellA
For our Chieftains now ~ rest;
Ycs, he sleeps.
While Fame her vigil keeps,
In the sunny land no loved the pesc
Aud no tyrant might
Dare rest from him the hight
He won-to rest beneath her nowery 500
And a. the generations como
From out the peopled years,
With no gay pomp Of nag and rolling drum,
Unto this followed tomb the south shali eems
And rear the holy cross
To memortze her loss--
Tho emblem OF his nery martyrdom-
the fsdsiess Gross, that DER nor battles shsns.
When BY her Iegions borne
uluminsd By stare that giorinsd her shield,
FOR though her nsgs are furisd,
Their stars ere stili undimmsd.
And b. the applaudsne world
Their fame 10 hymn'd;
From darkness Of her voc they brighter shine
Upon our Hero's tomb. . on shrine,
10 lure the nations, IN The years 70 b,
Te vorship Virtue and dear ubsrty.
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