Richmond dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1884-1903, 1896-08-16
CARRIE sPoTswooD KILBY.
EuIIUIh, W
RORERT u LEE.

ROBERT Il. LEE.
Tribute of a distinguished Englishman.)
Tho following beautiful lines We're writ
ten by Philip Stanhope Wormsley, OF
oxford University. England, IN the dedi-
cation Of mis- translation OF Homer 5
"IIiad," 20 General Robert -. Lee, the
most stainless OF earthly commanders.
and, except In fortune, the greatest:
The grand old bard that never dies,
Receive him in our English tongue;
i send thee, but with weeping eyes,
The story that he sung.
Thy Troy Is fallen. thy dear land
Is nnarred beneath the spoilers heel;
cannot trust my trembling hand
To write the things feel.
All. realm OF tombsl but let her bear
This blazon TO the end Of time;
No nation rose so white and fair,
None fell 80 pure OF crime.
The Widows mourn, the orphans wall
Come round thee-but in truth be
strong
Eternal right, though all else fail.
Can never be made wrong.
An angels heart, an angels mouth.
Not Homer's could alone for me
Hymn well the great Confederate South
Virginia rirst. and Lee!
UNDER THE SHADE OF THE TREES.
This poem is founded upon the following
incident, taken from en- account OF Stone
wall Jacksons last hours: "A few mo-
ments before bis death he called out in his
delir1um: order A. ?; Hi TO prepare i Tor
front. Tell Major Hawks =. Here
the sentence was Jeff unfinished. but soon
after a sweet smile overspread his face,
and he murmured quietly, with an air OF
relief: Let US cross the river and rest
under the shade Of the trees. These
were his last words:
What are the thoughts that are stirring
his breast?
let us pass over the river and rest
Under the shade OF the trees"
Has he grown sick OF his tolls and his
signs the worn splrit for respite or
Is It a moments cool halt that he asks
Under the shade Of the trees?
Is IL the gIrgle of waters whose flow
Outlines has come to him, borne on the
breeze,
Memory listens to, tapping so low.
Under the shade Of the trees?
Nayi though the rasp of the flesh was so
sore.
Faith, that had warnings far keener
than these,
Saw the soft sheen Of the thitherward
Under the shade Of the trees.
Caught the high psalms Of ecstatic de-
Heard The harps harping. like sOundings
OF seas
Watched earth's assoIled ones walking in
white
Under the shade OF the trees.
On, was it strange ne should pine for
release,
Touched 10 the soul with such trans
ports as these
He who so needed the balsam of peace
Under the shade OF the trees?
Yea! it was noblest for HINT was best
Questioning naught OF our Fathers
decrees)--
There to pass over the river and rest
Under the shade OF the treesl
GEN. ALBERT SIDNEY JOHNSTON.
In the thickest fight triumphantly he fell.
While into victory's arms he led US on
A death so glorious our grief should quell;
We mourn him. yet his battle crown Is
won.
No slanderous tongue can vex his spirit
No bitter taunts can stain his blood
bought fame;
Immortal honor rests upon his brow,
And noble memories cluster round his
name.
For hearts shall thrill, and eyes grow
dim with tears,
To read the story OF his touching fate
How IN his heath the gallant soldier
wears
The crown that came for earthly life
too late.
keep
The garlands green above this hero
grave;
Yet weep. for praise can never wake his
sleep.
To tell him he is shrined among the
brave.