The times. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1890-1903, 1896-07-26

on, the sun can neTer. etc.
hundred months have passed. Lorena,
Since last / held that hand In mine,
And felt the pulse beat high. Lorena,
Though mine beat faster far than thine.
A hundred months. twas flowery May
when mp the hilly slope We climbed
To watch the dying Of the day
And hear the distant church bells chime
To watch the dying Of the day, etc.
We loved each other then, Lerena,
Mere than We ever dared 10 tell;
And what we might have been, Lorena,
Had but our loving prospered well
But. then, It's past the years have gone
I'll not call up their shadowy FORMS
I'll say to them. lest years, sleep on
Sleep on. nor heed LIES pelting storm.
III say TO them, etc.
The story Of the past, Lorena,
Alas, / care not 10 repeat
The hopes that could not last, Lorena,
They lived, but only lived 10 cheat.
| would not cause cen enc regret
TO rankle in your bosom now
For if We try We may forget
Were words Of thine years ago,
For if we try, etc.
Yes. these were words Of thine, Lorenzo
They are within my memory yet
They touched some tender chords, Lorena,
Which thrill and tremble with regret.
Twas not thy woman's heart which
spoke
Thy heart was always true 10 me.
duty stern and piercing broke
The tie which linked my soul to thee.
A duty stern, etc.
II matters little now, Lorena.
The past is the eternal past;
our hearts will soon lie low. Lorena,
LIES tide is ebhing out so fast
There is future Oh thank GOdl
OF life this Is So small a part
TITS dust TO dust beneath the sod.
But there. mp there. tbs heart u heart.
OF life this, etc.
sTONEWALL JACKSON'S WAY.
Below is a lyric which was extremely
popular i'm many parts Of the south. Inc
unknown author draws A picture which
addresses itself al once 10 the eye, ana
through the eye % the heart The poem
deserves TO be preserved among the
literary relics of the times. Every South
orner and Northerner Of taste VIII read
IL with INTEREST,"
Come, stack arms. men. Pile on the rails
stir up the camp fires bright;
No matter If the canteen fans
Wen make a roaring night.
Here Shenandoah brawls along.
There lofty Blue Ridge echoes strong
To swell the brigade's rousing song
OF "StonewaI Jackson's Way
We see him now-the old slouched hh'
Cooked DER his eye askew
The shrewd. dry smile. the speech SO pat
So calm. so blunt. so true.
The blue Light Elder knows thom Wen
SAYS he. That's Bauks-he's fond or smell
Lord save his soul. well give him Nel'
THAT'S "stoneWall Jackson's Way.
Silence, ground arms. kneel all' caps OF
Old Blue Lights going o. pray
Strange the fool who dares 10 scoh'
Attention. it's his way
Appealing from his native sod,
i'm fcrma pauperis TO God
.I.av bare thine arm, stretch forth thy
rod.
Amen That's "stonewan Jackson's
Way"
He's in the saddle now. Fail IN,
Steady, ihe whole brigade.
Hnrs an the ford. cut on Wen win
His way out, bah and blade
What matter If cur shoes are wornR
What matter II our feet are torn?
of.ick stem we're with him Ger the morn.
That's "stoncwall Jackson's Way
The SUMS bright elances rout the mists
OF morning and. hy George
There's Longsireet struggling In the lists
Hemmed IN am ugly gorge.
Pope and his columns whipped before,
"Bayueta and grape. hear Stinewall
roar.
"Charge. Stuart Pay of Ashby's scorer
is "StoneWall Jackson's Way.
An, maidon wait and watch and ycarn
For news of Stonewalfs band;
All, widow read with eyes that burn
That ring upon thy hand.
All, wife sew ON. pray ON, hope on,
Thy life shall not Doe all fcrlorn.
The foe had better ne'er been born
Than get i'm "Stonewalrs Way"
THE JACKET OF GRAY.
Fold il up carefully. lay 1t aside.
Tcnderiy touch fl. look on # with pride
For dear must it be to our hearts ever
more,
The Jacket Of Gray our loved soldier boy
wore.
All. vain an vain. were our prayers and
our tears.
The glad shout Of victsry sang in our
ears.
But our treasured one on the red battle
field lay
While the life blood oozed out Of the
jacket cf Gray.
His young comrades found him and ten.
DERBY bore
The cold. nfeless form to his home by the
shore.
oh, dark were cur hearts on that terrible
day.
When We saw our dead boy in the jacket
OF Gray.
We laid him 10 rest IN his cold. narrow
bed,
And graVed on the marble We placed DER
his head.
As the proudast q tributes our proud
hearts could say
'Ife never disgraced the Jacket Of Gray. "
Then fold II up carefully. lay IL aside
Tcudfrly touch H. look on 1t with pride
For dear must it be 10 cur hearts ever
more.
The jacket Of Gray our soldier hoy wore.
MARYLAND.
written az pointe COupee, La. April
2G. 1871. hy James r. Randall First pub
lished I'M the New Orleans DeltaD
The despcts heel is on thy shore,
Maryland
His torch is at thy temple door.