Richmond dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1884-1903, 1895-03-14

To the Editor q the Dispatch:
I enclose YOU a poem on THE Death
Of Jackson" which was published during
the war. and as ! have never seen 1t in
print since / thought that perhaps you
would Ike to print 1t in your paper.
MRS. l.. NJ. X.
THE DEATH or JACKSON.
tBy Mrs. G. j. NJ Jordan)
Brightly the moon Ger pallid corpses
Mingled her Soft rays with the lannon's
WHERE southern braves. their noble
Marched through the leafy avenues Of
death
And whcr,. with dauntleas hart and
Vireinia's Idol met a here's fate. ..
Oh. quiet stars, from your serene do
Look down in pity on our human woe,
Weep. weep with Us, the great strong
arm Is stricken.
The FORM so dearly loved, IS PROSTATE
now.
And he Who lately cheered his legions on
Must from the crlmsOned field himself
be borne
Winds Of the night watt higher balm
stop with your cooling breath the
fcvered tide.
Comrades draw near and through the
shadows bear him.
where gentle forms may gather by his
SIDE
Oh, Cod in mercy raise the dropping
head.
And send Thine angels to attend his bed.
10! round that couch how many fond
hopes hover
AS. day by day, the PROSTATE chieftain
Cheerful and calm. while thousand
hearts are swelling
with tears that stain an anxious ma
TONS eyes,
And he whose laurels blood and carnage
won,
Breathcs the meek Christians prayer
Thy will be done
Ana shall we. Father, spite the proud
SIN strive to wrestle with Thy wise de-
And on frail arms Of flesh too sure rely
Forrct IN human aid. the source divine?
No. Thou wouldst teach us In Thy mystic
plan
That mans best expectation is not man.
Hark' from the hero's couch a voice Of
Goes vita the lighning's speed from
ehore 70 shore. -,
His task "a done-behold the death-dews
gathering
The Warriors mission is forever DER.
Hope fingers still. and Love still clasps
his head.
But Love nor Hope may wake the uncon-
scious dead
And thou couidst perish-thou whose
Ightpst warning
with terror flled the invaders trem-
bling hlcS.-
Whose name vas music TO the countless
who hung with fervor on thy word or
smiles
All wise monl,ion. who may now deny.
How frlll is lie since such as thou
cOudst die.
But what though faltering lips the story
telling.
Link The dread dust to dust" with thy
dear name;
What though nations voice, IN tones
~ wailnE.
What though the grave thy noble form
shall hide.
Thy dauntlcss spirit, brave shall still
abide.
Yes. he thy requiem stiIl the battle-chorus
or ella ing bayonet and rolling drum,
Meet that the glaid'ning shouts Of Victry
Should Watt thy great soul to its final
home.
What though no light relume that faded
Mnionsl he llves-the brave can never
die
Immortal Jackson from thine ashes
The deqthless form Of Liberty shah rise,
Rlest. with the baptism Of thy blood all
holy,
To rear her Fore-washed altar to the
And who hat scorns the tyrant's yoke TO
Nlu not delight to render homage there?
Rest from the strife, brave spirit nobly
yielded,
To free thy country from the op-
Ircssor's curse.
Hence through the lapse OF years thy
memory CHERISHED
That countrv's grateful heart shall
proudly nurse
And all high thoughts that purcst worth
VIII glow and kindle at thy glorious
name.
MARTYR 70 freedom. Ger thy grave now
bending.
\ mourning nation droops her noble
head.
while Love, with trembling hand, the
bright wreath turneth.
or summer flowers TO deck thy lowly
Wear now the fadeless crown so nobiy
won.
Hear from tho Masters lips. "Well done,
well done"
Rest from the strife-aye. rest thee now
forever
Where mortal footsteps shall no more
invade;
Rest on the bosom OF thy GOD, repoSing
Beneath the heavenly palm trees
mystic shade
Thy COuntry's heart thy mausoleum be,
Oh. fallen champion Of the brave and free.
Elk Hi Bedford. Va.