Richmond dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1884-1903, 1896-03-08
I Am Dreaming.
published by Request)


Awake, awake thou dreamerl
Awake to the mournful blast
Notes Of our martyred freedom,
Dread. music OF the past
Awake, the spear Is broken.
The blade has turned 20 rust.
And the victors red-crOss banner,
Droops DER the warriors dust.
Awake. awake. thou dreamerl
The voices OF the slain
Come DER the still, deep waters,
In sad and solemn strain;
And the night winds echo sadly
The songs OF buried years.
And morning brings upon Its crest
A r.yulet OF tears.
What see you, silent sleeper,
In the far-off land OF dreamsf
What see you by the valleys?
And the misunderstanding streamsf
Are there orange-groves In blossom?
Is there gold upon the strand7
Is there Joy, or Is there mourning,
In the far-off pleasant land7
/ am dreaming. ! am dreaming.
And the lightning's lurid glare.
Like q meteor In Its madness,
Rushes through the midnight air,
And / see the red-cross banner
In the rifted cloudlets wave.
And / hear the battle shoutings.
or tha gallant and the brave.
am. dreaming. I am dreaming.
And the cannon's deadly roar.
Rolls up the steep, blue mountain,
Along the other shore:
And l see a lordly gentleman
Ride out to lead the way.
He is the knIghtliest gentleman
That ever wore the gray.
Down to the shock OF battle.
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He rides him down right CALAMITY,
To stem the ebblng flood
Two glittering stars about HIS throat,
No sword he wears-I ween,
He is the comlest gentleman
That ever have seen.
So calm. so stern, so debonair.
No plume upon his crest,
He goes ss,e The u wsrphb,th CALAMITY.
He rides the good horse Traveller,
Right TO the fore rides he
His sire was "Light-Horse Harry"
And his name 10 Robert Lee.
And yonder in the tempest,
Down by the smoky plain
One rides I'm armor, FURNISHED bright
And burning spear amain,
His brow is clothed In thunder.
Mars.like he rides to battle.
AS he rode In days gone by.
/ am dreaming. I am dreaming
And the blushlng rose OF morn
Is shaking from her leaflets young
Bright crystals on the storm:
The midnight Is asunder,
sun the carnage revels high,
Ana sui rides ''StOnewalf' JACKSON
As he rode in days gone by.
Now. harkl the bugle's pealingl
See the flashing sabres shine.
Against the day-god OF the east,
Along the charging line.
1 hear q merry clank OF steel.
And a laughter ringing far.
Ills chestnut-bearded Stuart,
Our Henry VI Navarro"
/ am dreaming. and there's weeping.
In yon grove upon the NIL,
There a noble form Is hushed In death
A gallant heart IL still;
On the banner Of his legions.
His star OF glory shines;
IT'S Rhodes, the fair-haired chieftain,
Who charged at Seven Pines.
I am dreaming. I am dreaming,
And n black plume waves on hlgh.
SO b graceful s yet 80 s terrible
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, on. a song OF boyhood.
Is floating up the glen,
And a happy voice OF bygone years.
Is cheering on his men,
With cleaning eve be charges.
And a soui Zoe a soldiers fate.
IT'S Ramseur, cSshing tsniseor
The pride Of the Old North State.
Who comes. with visage strong and stern
Upon his foarning BAY
A stout and hardy fighter.
"Old Butcher" clears tho waY.
With sturdy cane OF oak alo3S
He leads them up the glade.
with the old "stonewalr' Brisksv.
And yonder, cheering on his braves.
Is Hill, Virglnia's pride.
The handsome John Magruder
Is fighting at his side.
Bold Pegram holds the bridge today
With Garrett at the ford;
With bis hat upon his sword.
am dreaming. I am dreaming.
And my comrades OF the past
Are waiting In the valley
For the bugie's onward blast;
John Pelham, Brown. and Pegrsm
VIII Randolph. true aud strong,
And the smiling. boyish Latimsf'
A sunbeam in that tbrong.
Awake. awake. thou dreamer!
The voices Of the slain.
Come DER the stili, deep WATER
In f1pples bright with fame
Awake, the spear In broken.
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