Clarke courier. [volume] (Berryville, Va.) 1869-1997, 1900-08-01

l. theTe JOY or Is there mourning
In the far off pleasant land
| am dreaming, am dreaming.
And the lightning's lurid glare
Like meteor in its madness
bushes through the midnight air.
And l see the red-crOss banner
In the rifted clOudlets waive.
And hear the battle shoutings
OF the gallant and the brave.
am dreaming, | am dreaming.
And the cannon deadly roar
Rolls up the steep blue mountain
Along the other shore.
And see lordly gentleman
Ride out TO lead the way.
lie Is the knightliest gentleman
That ever wore the gray.
Down to the shock Of battle.
Through fire, and smoke. and blood.
lie rides him down right CALAMITY
To stem the ebbing flood:
Two glittering stars about his throat.
No sword he wears I ween-
lie is the cOmeliest gentleman
That ever | have seen.
SO calm, so stern. 80 dehonair.
No plume upon his crest.
lie goes the war-path calamity.
No shield upon his breast;
lie rides the good horse Traveller"
Right 90 the fore sides he
His sire was Light Horse Harry"
And hi~ name l. Nohrrt Lee
And yonder ia the tempest.
Down by The smoky plain.
One rides in trmor FURNISHED bright
And burning spear amain:
Ills brow = clothed with thunder.
His right arm raised on high.
Mars-likc hc rides TO battle
~ he rode in days gone bv
] am dreaming ! am dreaming.
And the hluShing rose of morn
Is shaking from her leaflets Young
Bright crystals newly born
The midnigh. il asundcr-
Still the carnage revcls high.
And still rides "StOnewall" Jackson
A he rode in day gone bv.
Now bark the bugle's pealing.
See the flashing sabres shine
Against the day-gOd OF the east.
Along the charging line.
hear merry click of steel
And laughter ringing far.
lis the CheStnut-bearded Stuart.
Our Han ~ of Navarro
l am dreaming. and there's weeping
In yon grove upon the hill;
There "A noble form i hushed in death.
y gallant heart is still.
On the banners of his legiOns
His star Of glory shines.
It's Rhodes. the fair-haired chieftain.
Who charged AT Seven Pines
Oh waters, deep blue 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.
l am dreaming, ! am dreaming.
And 4 black plume waves on high
SO graceful. Vet so terrible.
Above flashing eye;
The mountains quake and tremble.
Still that warrior takes no heed:
lis Ashbv rides the vale of death
Upon his milk-white steed.
And oh, a song of bovhood
Is floating up the glen
And happy voice of bygone years
Is cheering on his men.
With cleaning eve he charged
And a soul for a soldiers fate.
lis Ramseur, gallant Ramseur.
The pride of the Old North State.
Who comes with visage strong and stern
Upon his fOaming bay?
\ stout and hardy fighter.
old Butcher clears the way;
With sturdy cane of oak aloft
He leads them up the glade.
lis "AlleEhanVN Johnson
With the old StOnewall brigade
l am dreaming. am dreaming,
And the flaming dogs of death
Are bursting grape and bombshen
Upon the battles breath;
And there beside the lannon's mouth,
All battle SCARED and grave,
Stands Hood, the lion hearted,
The bravest of the brave.
l am dreaming. l am dreaming,
And the stars and bars on high
Wave DER the fiery Ewells 'front.'
His is to do or die
And a sound of distant music
Brings back old home-time Joys
It's the son of old lack. Taylor
And his Louisiana boys.
And yonder, cheering on his braves,
Is Hill, Virginia's pride.
The handsome John Magauder
Is fighting at his side.
Bold Pegram holds the bridge todSy
With Garrett at the ford;
And | see the gray-haired Armistead,
With his hat upon his sword.
Charge, bearing, charge the Mortimer
Are pressing Pender sore,
And Cobb, the valiant Georgian
Can hold his own no more
See Pettigrew among them,
No quarter does he beg;
And yonder sleeps the sleep death
The gallant MaXey Gregg.
am dreaming, l am dreaming,
And my comrades of the past
Are waiting in the valley
For the bugle's onward blast.
John Pelham, Brown and Pegram,
Will Randolph, true and strong,
And the smiling boyish Latane,
\ sunbeam in that throng.
Awake, awake, thou dreamer
The voices of the slain
Come Ger the still, deep water.
In sad and solemn strain