The times. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1890-1903, 1900-09-16
M0SBY'S N EN-
a Splendid Tribute 10 the Hangers, o

\ Splendid Tribute TO the Hangers, OF
of the Valley.
The following splendid poem by Vir-
ginia's poet, -Armistead C. Gordon, was
read at the seventh annual reunion OF
Mosby'S men, at Fairfax last Monday:
Niosby's Men.
By Armistead c. Gordon)
They tell the tale with magic words
The spirits depths to stir,
OF him who fought with Sidneys sword,
Or rode with Percy's spur;
For Honor bourgeOns from the mould,
And blossoms from the dust,
Though Per.y's antique spur be cold,
And S!dney's sword be rust.
In yet unforgotten day,
When hearts and hopes were high,
A little band rode down this way
Whose fame will never die.
Their cause was right, their blades were
bright,
And Honor shone again,
a cloud by day, fire by night,
TO beckon Mosby's Men.
The wilderness their secret kept,
They bivouacked meath the blue;
The tents they spread. the sleep they slept,
No bugle blast nor tick of drum
Proclaimed their headlong fight;
The startled pickett saw them come,
And persisted with the sight.
They came as lightnings come; they went
AS swift the west-winds blow;
And blood ran red, and life was spent
Where'er they met the foe
They buckled to the deadly fray
Where they were one TO ten.
He spurred and drew to die or STAY,
Who rode with Mosby's Men.
They carried on their sabres there
The fortunes of the Truth;
The breath they breathed was Freedom S
air
In their immortal youth.
It boots not if the unequal fight
Was lost, though fierce and long,
TITS written that the eternal right
Can never be made wrong.
Down the dim years, long gone, once more
Appears that phantom band;
I hear the changing charge of yore,
/ see war-rent land.
The vision of the desperate strife
Returns through nlists again.
Those were the bravest days of life,
The days of Mosby's Men.
The bravest days of all that shine
Through immemorial years;
Days of life's sacrificial wine,
OF Loves divinest tears;
When Valor guarded all the land,
When heart and hopes were high,
And Love and Death wen; hand IN hand
With faith that could not die.
But Harry Percys spur is cold,
And Sidney's sword is rust;
And many a lad. VINO rode of Old
With that gay band, is dust;
While those bereft. who linser yet,
Are wearier now than then
What matter? They cannot forget
That they were Mosby's Men.
That they were Mosby's Men, and rode,
AS soldiers love to ride.
Where the red stream of battle flowed
With its most swelling tide.
No future stream may run 50 red,
NO higher tide may flow,
Till God shall wake the heroic dead
From where His four winds blow
The circling seasons come and go.
Springs dawn and autumns set,
And winter with its dr;fted snow
Repays the summers debt;
And song of bird and tint of bloom
Are gay and bright, as when
Those gallant lads rode to their doom,
Long since with Niosby's Men.
But winter wears a sadder guise.
And ghastler for its snow,
To him who looks with time-Worn eyes
On scenes of long ago:
And neither aUtumn's glow, nor spring,
Nor summers emerald sod
To hearts grown old again may bring
The dead who sleep with Cod
1t is His will for swords to rust
That battle for the right;
For banners to be trailed in dust
That lead the hottest fight;
For Wrong to wear the v.ctor's name,
Where one may strive with ten
But fate can never take from fame
The deeds of Mosby's Men. II!
Her suspicinns Aroused.
ST wish you would read this article
he said.
whats 1t about?" she asked.
.'It's about the danger OF getting angry
and 1t was written by physician, ne
replied.
She looked at him sharply for min
ute.