The Greenville times. [volume] (Greenville, Miss.) 1868-1917, 1901-05-25
A Touching Poem written BY A
Patriotic AIississippian.

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land" Being crippled he was pre-
vented from active service on the field
but he did not sit with " silent lips ant
folded hands, 2 and, no doubt, his en-
thusiasm was the inspiration Of man,
deeds Of heroism. HIS poor, frail bod,
has long since crumbled into dust. The
hand that recorded such beautiful
thoughts and lofty sentiments is stillei
forever. He has joined the blessed
heroes, whose praises he sang, to avail
the bugle blast Of the resurrection
morn, but the memory Of him, wht
was SO noble and true, will long live II
the hearts OF those who have read hi
poems;
The deep-toned clock strikes twelve;
The winds are lulled TO rest;
And the cuspate moon, long past her noon,
Sinks slowly in the west
Like serpents on the ground
The length ming shadows creep;
Each shrub assumes phantom form
To eyes that can not sleep;
That can not sleep tonight
For the spirits wild unrest
The grief for stricken mothcr-land
which lays upon my breast;
| Which weighs more heavy now,
While all ia still around.
And the mind turns inward on itself,
Unswayed by sight or sound.
!.
But harlsl upon the hills
A rustling sound is heard,
Like the noise OF trees when by the breeze
The frost-browned leaves are stirred.
And now bugie-blast
And mufIled drum hear;
And soon, dark moving lines of men
Upon the hills appear.
From every battlefield,
In solemn long array,
At the tap Of the drum they come--they Gomez
The men that wore the grayi
The men that wore the gray
That died, our land to save
Have heard the clanking Of onr chains,
And come from the silent grave.
The nag they loved SO well
Above them Aoats once more;
Ahd the starry cross shines bright again
As sitshown In days Of yofe.
o, how my spirit yearns,
Al many d once-loyed face
Looks on me from the spectral lines
That move with measured pacsl
Ny brother, brave and kind,
And ever to duty true.
One moment halts, and lifts his hand
NJ wave last adieu.
On " on - stiIl On they come,
Liksfhe icw Of mighty stream;
And Furnished guns and bayonets
In the silvery moonlight CLEAN.
The prancing steeds move by;
The cannon's numbering car;
Caisson. and ambulance, and all
The appurtenants ofwar.
Here stonewall Jackson rides,
In the quaint old garb he wore,
When he hurled his ranks against the foe
/ On Shanandosh's shore.
And Sidney Johnston there
His cleaning sabre draws
The nobiest man that ever died
For freedoms holy cause.
On a snowy steed see,
ROBBED in sable gown,
The martyr Polk = blest man OF God
Wearing starry crown.
Here zoIlicoffer moves,
Calm as summer morn;
And Patrick Cieburne : bravest son
OF the Elsewhere he was born.
The Christian warrior, Hill,
And Bee, together ride;
Stuart, virginia's chevalier,
And Ashby BY his aide.
Garnett and Hanson now
Upon the scene appear;
And Barksdale waves his sword, and smiles
As II the foe were near.
McCulloch rushes by.
And Mcintosh, the brave;
And Hat,on leads the long brigade
That with him found grave.
John Morgan comes ~ let foes,
Fear-stricken, hold their breath;
And Adams spurs the steed which leaped
Into the jaws Of death.
The long, long spectral lines
At last have all passed by,
The moon has dipped one silver horn
Beneath the Western sky.
The shadows OF the trees
Have mingled on the groundi
And faint and fainter on the hills
Now grows the rustling sound.
The roll Of the mufied drum
IN the distance dies away.
And the veil Of night concsals from sight
The men that wore the gray.
o, gallant men in grayl
Our country's hope and pridel
Time can not mar the lanrels green
which crowned ye when ye diedi
The cause Tor which ys bled.
Shall rise from the dust again.
The God is Just in whom we trust =
Ye have not died in vain
A jelly Party
fhe little naptha launch bearing the
name I" Vivian. owned BY some jolly
vicksburg mariners tied up in our city
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