Spirit of Jefferson. [volume] (Charles Town, Va. [W. Va.]) 1844-1948, 1900-08-07

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And the pieasent sounding streams
Are there orange trees In blossom?
L. thcrc gold upon the strand?
le there JOY or is there mourning
in the far off pleasant land
lam dreaming, am dreaming,
And the lightning's lurid glare
Like a meteor in its madness
Rushes through the midnight air.
And | see the re ;-eross banner
In the riftt d cloudlets wave,
Aud hear the battle shoutings
OF the gallant and the brave.
am dreaming. am dreaming.
And the cannon's deadly roar
Rolls up the steep blue mountain
Along the other shore,
And see lordly gentleman
Ride out to lead the way,
He is the kuightliest gentleman
That ever wore the gray.
Down 20 the shock o! battle,
Through fire, and smoke and blood,
He rides him down right gallanuy
To stem the ebbing Hood;
Two glittcring stars about his throat,
No sword he wears ween-
He iSthe come lest gentleman
That ever have seen.
SO calm, SO stern, so debonafr,
No plume upon his crest,
Il goes the war-path gvllantly.
No shield uIion his brea t;
He rides the good horse . Traveller"
Right TO the fore rides he
His sire was . Light Horse Hurry"
And his name is Robert Lee.
And yohder in the tempest.
Down by the smoky III i'm,
One rides in armor'buruishud bright
Aud burning si.rar nmnin;
His brow is clothed with thunder,
His right arm raised Ou high,
Mars-like he rides to battle
AS he rode in days gone by.
am dreaming. am dreaming,
And the blushiug rose of morn
Is shaking from her leaflets young
Bright crystals newly born.
The midnight is asundcr-
still tue cHrnage revels high,
And'still rides = StOueTall" Juckson
AS he rode in days gone by,
Now aark the buglc's pealing,
See the flashing sabres shine
against the duy.gOd of the east,
Along the charging line.
hear merry click OF steel
And a laughter ringing far.
lis the chestuut-Gearded Stuart,
Our Hurry of Navarro"
nm dreaming, and there's weeping
In yon grove upon the hill;
There noble form is hushed in death,
gallant heart is still.
On he banners of his leginns
His star of glory shines,
lis Rhodes. the fair-hafred chieftaIn,
Who charged at Seven Pines.
Oh waters, deep tluc waters,
And hills of Maryland,
Saw We the chieftain, Pickett,
With slogan and with band
He went across your borders
With banners and with spears,
And crowned the heights of Gettysburg
With glory and with tears.
am dreaming. am dreaming.
And black plume waves on high
So grace n, yet so terrible,
\ bove flashing eye;
The mountains quake and trcmblc,
Still that warrior tdkes no heed
'Tis Ashby rides the vale of death
Upon his milk-white steed.
And oil. song of boyhood
Is floating up the glen
And Il happy Vo ce of bygonc years
Is cheering on his men.
With cleaning eye he charged
And soul for soldiers fate,
lis Eamseur, gallant Ramseur,
Tue pride of the Old North State.
Who comes with yisage strong and stern
Upon his foaming bays
A stout and hardy fighter,
'Old Butcher clcurs the way
With sturdy cane of oak aloft
He leids them up the glade,
'Tis "a! egllauy . Ohifs0n
With tbs old Stonewall brigade.
am dreaming, l am dreaming.
And the flOaming dogs of death
Are bu stin Q gra' q and boinbsheiI
Upon the battles breath;
And there beside the cannon's mouth,
All battle SCARED and grave,
Stands Hood. the liOn-heuried.
The bravest of the brave
/ am dreaming, am dreaming,
And the stars and bars on high
Wave DER the fiery E"elI's frohI-
His is 10 do or de
And sound of diStant music
Brings back old home-time joys
'Tis the sOn of old Zach. Taylor
AMI his Louisiaua oys.
And yonder. cheering on his BRAY. e,
Is Hill. Nirginia's pride.
The hand some John MngTudCr
is fight ng at his side,
Bold Pe9ram holds the bridge today
With Garnrtt ut the ford
And | see the gray-haircd Armistead,
With his hat up5n HE sword.
Caarge. Delring. charge the Mortimer
Are pressing Pcnder sore.
And Cobb. the aut Georgian
Tan hold his own no more
See PettigTew among them,
No quarter does lac beg;
and y0nder sleeps tie sleep death
The gallant MaXey bre e.
am dreaming. am dreaming,
And IN comrades OF tue past
Are waiting III tlie valley
For the bngleis onw ard blast.
John Pelham, Brown and PeRram,
VIII Randolph, tr1Ie aud stroug
And tile smiling boyish Laiane,
sunbeam in that tbrong,
A wake, awake, tIon dreamer
The voices of the slain
Come DER the still. deep water,
In sad aud folemE strain.
Awake, the spear is broken,
The blade hath turned N rust,
And the warriors red-crOss banner
Droops Ger the warriors dust.
Stop suEertngi Try De. Miles, Pain PMS
Hon. David E. johnson has been
nominated for Congress by the Democl
of the Third district.