The Laurens advertiser. (Laurens, S.C.) 1885-1973, 1898-03-15
High Tides Gettysburg and Another.
with Apologies to Will II, Thompson.)

N"lth Apologies to VIII ii, Thompson1
Above the hills a pail of smoke,
gathered when the cannons spoke
Ana hid the fateful battlefield,
-, beheath an odorous, murky shield,
While still the hoarse-yolc d thunder broke. |
In iitful CLEANS the lightning flashed
Anu through the cloud some horsemen
men at the firm command of Lee,
-, moved ricketts, matChless infantry,
While blazing batteries roarrd and crashed! |
lie led where heaven seemed to frown
r SaiIst that awful belching rown-
lie LED his men most splendidly,
w beneath mat cloud of Destiny,
" mere leaden hail must NOW them down
Hark High above the cleaning guns,
Inc welkln rings-a tumult runs,
The same that broke in Shiloh's woods
Ana Chlckamauga's solitudes-
The fierce wild yell of Southern sons!
All! How before that seething hell,
mat III m gray host met shot and she'll
HOW ilerce hat shriveling tempest
Against he RAJ ks OF Pettigrew,
VINE Nalor wept where Pickett fell!
They crossed the works where Kemper led;
~ thousand fell where Garilett bled;
IN stranglingsmoke and binding flame,
II remnant through the batteries
Cume
And ga%ed on death wi h Armistcad!
Leap to the battlefront with me!r
Virginia sang 20 Tennessee.
Isp9ndcd !uick the men in gray,
Wen hold these works as ours today
II write with blood new history!"
MISGUIDED brave! In valorous way,
NirSlna heard her comrades say,
"Ilosc r md the riddled Federal rag
ana then She sci her hattlp ilap
h'ght on the guns of Doubleday!
But who may charge the guards that wait
To serve the stern DEGREES of Fate?
The Southern swords were doomed To
rust.
The Southern flag to trail the dust
ana all Their hopes made desolatel
In vain The Carolinas set,
lheir breasts against the bayOncti
IN vain Virginia charged and ragged,
-, Nor was her naughty wrath assuaged,
When with her bloou, the hill wa wet!
Above the storm of ~bayonets crossed,
There hung Il gray and shrouded ghost,
keccding on the battlc-cloud,
That shrickcd above the tempest oud
The death cry of a nation lost!
The tide had turned! With no disgrace
they lay in ruins red embrace;
with bloody faces to the sky,
Last mute appeal to Him on high,
In pity not to hide His face!
They met defeat who would command
lhe Clrcllng sun in heaven to stand
They fought and fell who put the bars
-, Against tie stripes and cleaning stars
TO make a disunited land!
They stood, whom did Columbia greet,
Wit crimson sandals on her feet,
They held the hill, who held the hone
OF patriots on that slippery slope,
And Union forged in hellish heat!
That tide has cbbedl Now smelt the guns
we now are onc-those valorous sons,
MID all the clang of Mammon's clans
They stand as true Americans,
FOR common-weal their purpose runs
There hath been thwarted all that Will,
ma grasped and held that trembling hill
fair, foul Fiend (S) has pow err attain
Columbia's beauteous limbs has chain
Ana iorSes stronger letters still!
What boots it, that down in the grave,
Secession rests? That from the slave,
The, shackles fell? Again It's hight,
And slavery holds both black an,
white
Is there no Savior now to save?
Again a tide is rising high,
Again must sound u battlc-cry.
"A Nation in s wrath to core,
m Again is trembling on the slope,
TINS Nation, or this god, t$) must die.
feO.o' 1898. HENRY NEIDIG.