Richmond dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1884-1903, 1894-08-05
I am Dreaming.
Ry w. p. Carter, Author Of "Rode's
Brigade)


/ am Dreaming.
By W. p. Carter, Author Of "Rodes
Brigade.)
Awake, awake, thou dreamer!
Awake TO the mournful blast
Notes of our martyred freedom.
Dead music Of the past.
Awake, the spear Is broken.
The blade has turned to rust.
And the warriors redcross banner
Droops Ger the warriors dust.
Awake, awake, thou dreamer!
The voices Of the slain
Come Ger the still, deep waters Y
In sad and solemn strain;
And the night winds echo sadly
The songs of buried years,
And morning brings upon its crest
A riyulet or tears.
What see you, silent sleeper,
In the far-off land of dreams?
What see you by the valleys?
And the pleasant-sounding streamsf
Are there orange-groves in blossomf
Is there gold upon the strand!
Is there joy or Is there mourning
In the far-off, pleasant land?
I am dreaming, I am dreaming,
And the lightning's lurid glare
Like a meteor In It's madness
Rushes through the midnight air.
And l see the red-croSs banner
In the rIfted cloudlets wave,
And / hear the battle shoutings
or the gallant and the brave.
I am dreaming. I am dreaming.
And the lannon's deadly roar
Rolls up the steep, blue mountain
Along the other shore.
And l see lordly gentleman
Ride out to lead the way.
He is the knightliest gentleman
That ever wore the gray.
Down TO the shock Of battle,
Through fire. and smoke. and blood,
He rides him down right CALAMITY,
To stem the ebbng flood.
Two glittering stars about his throat,
No sword he wears-I ween,
He IS the comeliest gentleman
That ever l have seen.
So calm, so stern, so debonairs
No plume upon his crest,
He goes the warpath CALAMITY
No shield upon his breast.
He rides the good horse Traveller"
Right to the fore rides he
His sire was Light Horse Harry"
And his name is Robert Lee.
And yonder in the tempest,
Down by the smoky plain.
One rides In armor FURNISHED bright,
And burning spear amain.
His brow Is clothed In thunder,
His right arm raised on high;
Mars-like he rides TO battle
AS he rode I'm days gone by.
I am dreaming, am dreaming.
And the blushing rose of morn
Is shaking from her leaflets young,
Bright crystals on the storm.
The midnight Is asunder.
Still the carnage revels high,
And still rides "StOnewall' jackson
AS he rode in days gone by.
Now bark. the bugle's pealing!
See the flashing sabres shine
Against the day-god of the East
Along the charging line.
] hear a merry clink or steel
And a laughter ringing far,
iris the chestnut-bearded Stuart,
Our Harry OF Navarro.
1 am dreaming, and there's weeping
In yon grove upon the hill.
There a noble form is hushed In deatns
A gallant heart Is still.
On the banner OF his ieSions
His star of glory shines:
IT'S Rodes, the fair-haired chleftains
Who charged at Seven Pines.
I am dreaming. / am dreaming.
And a black plume waves on hign,
So graceful. yet 50 terrible,
Above flashing eye.
The mountains quake and tremble,
Still that warrior takes no heed,
IT'S Ashby rides the vale OF death
Upon his milk-white steed.
And oh. q song of boyhood
Is floating up the glen,
And a happy voice Of by-gone years
Is cheering on his men.
With cleaning eye he charges
And soul for soldiers fate,
TITS Ramseur, dashing Ramseur,
The pride of the Old North State.
Who comes, with visage strong and
stern,
Upon his foaming bay?
A stout and hardy fighter,
"Old Blucher" clears the way.
With sturdy cane of oak aloft
lie leads them up the glade.
IT'S Allegheny" Johnson
With the old Stonewall Brigade.
I am dreaming, am dreaming.
And the flaming dogs OF death
Are bursting grape aud b0mD-sneu
Upon the battles breath.
And there beside the cannon's mouth
All battle-scarred and grave.
Stands Hood, the lon-hearted.
The bravest OF the brave.
am dreaming, / am dreaming.
And the STATS and Bars on high,
Wave Ger the fiery ENelfs 'front.'
His Is to do or die
And a sound OF distant music
Brings hack old home-time Joys
TITS the son OF old Zacn Iaylor
And his Louisiana boys,
And yonder, cheering on his braves,
Is Hill, Virginia's pride.
The handsome John Magruder
liz fighting at his side.
Bold Pegram holds the bridge To-Day
With GARRETT at the ford,
And / see the gray-haired ArInistead
With his hat upon his sword.
Charge. bearing. charge! the North-men
Are pressing Pender sore.
And Cobb, the valiant Georgian,
Can hold his own no more.
See Pettigrew among them,
No quarter does he beg.
And Wonder sleeps the sleep Of death
The gallant Maxey Gregg
I am dreaming, ! am dreaming,
And my comrades OF the past
Are waiting in the valley
For the bugie's onward blast.
John Pelham, Brown. and Pesram,
Will. Randolph. true and strong.
And the smiling boyish Latimer.
A sunbeam in that throng.
Awake, awake. thou dreamer!
The voices or the slain
Come DER the stiIl. deep water
In nipples bright with fame.
Awake. the spear Is broken.
The blade hath turned to rust.
And the warriors rsd-cross banner
Droops DER the warriors dust.
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