The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1891-02-18
POET R Y.
Leaves OF Memory.


Written for and sung on a public occasion
during the memorable campaign Of 1875.
From noun tain top TO sea-board, the glad &C
And Caroiina's sad heart once more, with Joy
Hope, like some brilliant Phoenix, as high
From ashes ] Of the dead past, to life and beau
ty spring.
CHoRUs-Cheers for our gallant leader
Yell boys with all your might,
"Hurrah hurrah for Hampton, ior nome rule
and the right"
Our shy had long been darken'd, by clouds OF
Yea, black with maledictions and wild with
Still Maon shone - ssilSer lining" and Hampton
AS ieeions rally round him, for "home rule
and the right"
CHo-Hurrah hurrah for Hampton, the gal
liant cavalier,
Who leads his grand battalious, without
reproach or fear.
The doom of Carolina, once beautiful and
Shall beHher foes have sworn Ito fill pau
Like Vampires in her State House, they hold
their horrid wake,
And but her blood and treasure, tnelr nenu-
ish thirst can slake.
CHo-Cheers, for the noble Hampton, his gal
Who storm tn usurping stronghold, with all
its hateful crew.
Ah yes, they thought her lifeless, but mid
their mocking jeers,
Carousing DER the "plckings," Whlch mlgnt
last few more years.
Came as the noise OF thunder, the Vioce OF q
host,
And our country stood before them, like Ban
quo's pallid ghost:
CHo-"My Hampton o my children" her
tocsn sang high!
And myriad hearts responded, for life and
liberty!
Fierce was, and is. the struggle, e'er they Will
yield their prey,
And loud and deep their curses. as pass their
TheySe goSs caiS sMaS on eyry power, not heavn but
earth and-well
Their place, that dread dominion, where
wicked spirits dwell.
CHo-Still, Hampton. is the watchword OF
ey'ry patriot band,
The bugIe call resounding through our down.
brodden land.
And now the "Ides" so hop'd for have come,
God grant a glorious trlumph-be ours at the
God grant that Fraud, the monster, with all
his thieving train,
Be driven lar and forever, to heir own realms
again:
CHo-Hurrah boys! 'rah for Hampton, the
TIL tree streedom reisns triumphant, beneath our
eoAN' ''' November, 1876.
The following lines were inscribed on a
hammer sent to Columbia, and with many 9TH
ers 1t decorated the "stump," around "hlcn
was the last rally before the victorious eleG,
tion OF 1876. 1t voiced the sentiments, stlll
unchanged Of Carolina women.
TO HAMPTON AND HIS SECOND LEGION.
O patriot brothers, with ptiess hand,
Ye must drive out this Hyepa bold,
Or he'll gorge the last remnant OF right IN
And laugh as he gluttons, and clasps in:his'
The Idol he panders to,-GoLD
And we, whom ye shield, from the heat OF the
In our cherish'd home-kingdoms to-day.
Each mother, and daughter, and sister, and
we will each, as If in death-wrestle for
For our country so desolate, pray!
Daughters OF Carolina.
CAROLINA TO HER SISTER STATES.
Shake hands old friends and wish me Joy, see
all my bonds are riven,
And am free TO breathe once more, the 1resn
For weary years prlsner. in the deepest
depths I've lain;
Thank God with me, my sisters, that m Tree,
I'm free again
They'd sworn my bitter enemies. that should
be slave,
And having filled their Golfers. mine should
ke a puuper'S grave,
Like Ghoul in my own homestead, they
held their argies wild,
And my "Hollest Of holys with their fearful
deeds dehled.
They thought me almost lfeless, but mid
carousing @ % Ger the pickiugs, that might last a
A hand like unto one Of old, these words
wrote on the wall u,,u, p,,. a,d
champion heroice Hampton, Home Rute ana
Right for aH"
You know how fierce their struggle as pass'd
their hour away,
How fiendish were their curses, e'er yielding
Blu, al all inv in vain, for Hampton the chivalrlc
With his legion ev'ry stronghold, ev'ry en-
emy oerthrew.
Redeem'd d, redeem'd' the glad song on ey'ry
And the glad hearts OF my children, with JOY
again is stirr'd,
o friends, congratulate me too, that Hampton
is 1nU son,
Yea, for all my brave, leal-hearted, they are
jetDeLs ev'ry one.
Redeem'd, redeem'd, do not hear an echo
MY sisters, do your warm hearts to my jubi-
Thank, o thou King of Nations, for the grace
Redeen'd from degradation unto life and lib.
erty.
I greet you from my State House, tits mine,
mine own again,
Free from the rule Of bayonet and from cor
ruption's stain lin,
Pm poor Ills true, but hopeful and with
God with us, peace and plenty in my borders
will abide.
WHERE IS HAMPTON i?
A query from Carolina and her daughters.
"Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so un kind,
AS sman's ingratituue;
Thy tooth is not SO keen,