The Norfolk Virginian. [volume] (Norfolk, Va.) 186?-189?, 1895-05-30

ec' III { breast the honCr-d Dead,
1c CapnOi hide tie deahlrp tame
Tnht hailows ST II his glorious name.
Thou marrd's;, the noblet ra,,ern yet
That rnture gave TO ia>hiJ u Man,
princcy Jewel. furry sci
In al mems hCartsn wsiling ran
Thro' t1y dark soods; night held her breath
AS Jackson s1rrcndescd here to-D ath,
His Comrades gather round the Chiei,
And eyes that scoiprd to own . tear
G'ow red with wtepng g-Anpercd Grief
Doth rack each hcnrt thni sUrrows here.
The dying Warricr. netNed hy rnith.
Looks Smiling at his Conquctor Death.
Oh well fought field. disastrous day,
lie passelIo rest, ''brnpa h the shade,
Cvsr the River" where alwav
Bloom flowers no wintty win may fade,
hat tatiend flag CLEANS III his eyes
And Deckons his soul 10 Paradise.
Ye towc ing hills that compass still
The fiery chargeo Pickett. men,
Their halo we'd UusrS YOUR sacred trls,
le nee may see their like again.
le cannot wake tho ia al who make
OF all historic, and shrine,
\ Cardigan was every man
Their immortal fame Is vouIs AID niue.
The grasses wave DER many grave
Where sleep tic - inundated Deud
The night winds sweep, AMI from the deep
Myste 'ious hrmninent o,r head,
fright springs guard, with holy ward,
SOFT quiring from the Crystal spheres.
The mounds where rests these heroes blest
a whole orld, kncclin., there rev,res
Not ours atone thts, aSle, dear,
Earths h:ritsg', she claims them here
a momcn'. let me turn aside
From ihis dear task, for would Jay
On Ba,ron's grave. vu,r Guys pride,
1he sweetest warbler OF his day,
This laurel leaf, here let me tend
Ger dust of Poet. COmrade, Fricnl--
lie sang Immortal ce-Olj James
Stuou still Ia hear him, tor his song
Rang mrllow'Si cadence NIL along
our sunny land, thii Child Ui Fumes
Looks smiling fro q his home above
II each dear tribute OF your love-
Like some White Swan, the sounding sire;n
OF PoCSy, he was wont 10 swim.
The STARS bright CLEAN, the lower'S dream,
All nUturc op'd he. BOOK TO him,
And driiting down the hurrying tide
lie sang his sweetest song, and died
thought of the battle field io.diy
Wh,re long. long ,ars ago, We saw,
In the dread pamo, ly of War,
\ fair young nation melt away;
mused o.cr all tl,at's fan in song,
How Hector dared The Grccian tmopg
And NerNeS million. cnnld NJ, pas
The Spara.s and !. .'Onuas---
How Tel, upon his SWityer Iiiil
] ete the iyrHnt Austrian's will
B-iur' me spread un open hook
All fairly arit---l cou'd but lcOl:
IpOn aciieVcmen Fame holds dear
Ana "or' ny; we "hI mhtch thcin here
The iahlc, caions OF Old Rome
To British lslu uT Gaic Shtr:
lonr rJIiegs fought for GUd ond home;
h'iS "nt Your uitscs h'rc 10 til
ITO" euom uitd ana martyrs ieli
.,
NJ pr"Yd"r tver YET could state
'i hihi dohl 'ni>t, 'he nlb"ih nill
nA' siiu'k t"r E".hIIy, eve ta q
oIkru y, rowing .'', VIII your banuer Iei
ANA hnrieh inc cause we loved so we'll
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