The times. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1890-1903, 1898-03-27

might we'll have been that only some fu-
gt.vs lines had marked his Muses.
career. But the struggle which woke the
best manhood OF the South and 81 el with
ouenchicss. enthusiastic devotion the ten
der and pure heart Of Southern woman
hood enkndled on the altar OF the priestly
heart The bright flames OF a lasting devo-
ton. II was a shrine which knew no hu-
man love save that embraced In the COM
prehensive acceptance OF Gospel COM
mand TO love all men. But the love o.
MS mother. the South. took hold on him
and filed his young heart with music
and gave TO the cause he loved the witch
cry Of sentiment and the glory Of song.
IL may well be that we needed not that
any ore should remind US OF the Bayard
OF the South. the spotless, gentle and
magnificent Lee and yet we one and all
felt that Father Ryan was voicing our
own thoughts and drawing from the well
nigh unexhaustible spring OF his fertile
brain what every child OF the South
Ike Lea
out Of It's scabbard. Never hand
Waved sword from stain as free.
Nor purer sword led Drawer land.
Nor Drawer bed for a brighter land.
Nor brighter land had a cause so grand
Nor cause a chief like Lee.
What home desolaied by the dreadful
death harvest which reaper war gathers,
did not feel that In the wall OF Father
RYAN for his brother there was told their
own sad story. and we learned TO turn 10
him 10 sing our sorrow and tell our woe:
Years have swep; and years are sweep
ing
Many a memory from my keeping.
But I'm waiting still and weeping
For my beautiful and brave.
And when mid despairing wall from
widowed and orphaned hearts mid a glow
from burning homes. with cries of agony
ascending on high. when disaster but
crowded on the heels OF misfortune and
our cause went down In darkness and
deest Father Ryan voiced the thought 81
the South and stood as one In priestly
robe between a stricken people and their
God and cried out
NV brow Is bent beneath a heavy rod
My face Is wan and white with many
woes
But will lift my poor chained hands to
God.
And FOR. my children pray and for my
foes.
Our cause was well symbolized BY the
banner chosen FOR us and by US How
strange. that tire rhythmic music OF some
Southern air brought floating on chance
breeze viii move our hearts and cause
the eager blood to pulse more warmly IN
our veins and akin 10 n r. the emotion
which a sieht OF one OF those tattered
banners evokes.
DEATHLESS HEROISM
What a story OF deathless heroism Il
tells. How pass onately the men who
wore the grey loved e. how gladly they
died for 10. how the eyes glazing 10 death
turned YEARLY 10 gaze once more on 81.
with what dear ido'atry IL was cherished
by our woman and how h'tiney ala
Father Ryan tell OF lts glories and Law a
Furl that banner. softly. slowly;
Treat IL gently. Il Is holy
Fer It DROPS above tho dead.
Touch II not. unfold II never.
Let u droop there. furled forever.
For it's peoples hopes dead.
Gentlemen in the name OF Lee Camp.
7 accept the picture Of Father RYAN with
thanks 10 those. whose love ~ honor
and truth have inspired this gift Here
10 shall rerra.g Pere Il shall ever b.
cherished. We will keep IL as a sacred
trust We viii hand 10 down to our
children as a leeacy m 10 claim place
with the faces Of Davis Lee. Jackson
Early. Stuart and all tho other heroes
~ our land: as an object lesson for aI
time cen to crack OF doom, that next