The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1903-03-01

| T am dreaming, i am dreaming,
And tho llghtning's lurid glare,
Like q meteor IN its madness,
Rushes through the midnight air;
And ! see the red-cross banner
In the rift6d coudlct wave,
| And l hear tho battle shOutings al
OF the gallant and tho brave. III
| L am dreaming, l am dreaming
And the cannon's deadly roar
| Rolls up the steep, blue mountains
| Along the other shore;
! And l see q lordly gentleman
Ride out to lead the way;
He Is the knightliest gentleman
That ever wore the gray.
Down to tho shock Of battle.
Through fire and smoke and blood,
Ho rides him down right CALAMITY
10 stem the ebbingl flood,
Two glitterlng stars above his throat
No sword he wears, I ween-
He Is the contest gentleman Ii
That ever 1 have seen.
So calm, so stern, SO debonalr,
No plume upon his crest
He goes the war-path calamity,
No shield upon his breast.
He rides tho good horse. "Traveler,'
Right to the foro rides he
His sire was Light Horse Harry"
And MS name is LtOOeEC Lee
And yonder In the tempest
Down by the smoky plain
Rides one in armor FURNISHED bright.
And burning spear amain;
Ills brow Is clothed in thunder.
His right arm raised on high,
Mars-like he rides to bn tile,
AS no rode in days gone by
am dreaming, I am dreaming,
And the blushing rose of morn
Is shaking from her leaflets young,
Bright crystals of the storm.
The midnight is asunder-
Still the carnage reves high,
And still rides "Stonewall" Jackson,
AS he rode In days gone by.
Now, bark! the bugle pealing.
See the flashing sabres shine
Against the day god OF the east, FL
Along tho charging line.
hear a merry cling Of steel.
And a laughter ringing far,
TITS the chestnut-bearded Stuart,
Our Harry Of Navarro"
am dreaming, and there's weeping
In yon grove upon the hill,
There noble form Is hushed In death, 4,
A giant heart is still.
On the banner Of his legions ~
His star Of glory shines;
TITS Rhodes, the fair-haired chieftain,
Who charged at Seven Pines.
am dreaming, I am dreaming,
And black plume floats on high, Al
So graceful yet so terrible,
Above a flashing eye; 55
The mountains quake and tremble,
Still that warrior takes no heed;
TITS Ashby rides the vale of death,
TJpon his milk white Stced. i5tsaF3 t&4tssf
And oh! song of boyhood, K.
Is floating up the glen,
And a happy voice Of bygone years
Is cheering on his men.
With cleaning eye he charged 81,
And q soul for soldiers fate,
TITS Ramseur dashing T2amseur,
The pride OF the Old North State
Who comes with visage strong and stern,
Upon his fonming bay?
A stout and hardy fighter
"Old Butcher" clears the way.
With sturdy cane Of oak aloft,
He leads them up tho glade;
'Tis Allegheny Johnson
With the old Stonewall Brigade.
I am dreaming, am dreaming,
= And the flaming dogs to death,
Arc bursting grape and bombshell
Upon the battles breath,
And there beside the lannon's mouth,
All battle-scared and grave,
Stands Hood, the lion-hearted-
The bravest Of tho brave.
I am dreaming, am dreaming.
And the stars and bars on high
Wave DER the fiery Ewel's front
His Is to do or die.
And q sound of distant music
NJ hocl< old hOmc-t1mc 1OyE-#is.
IT'S tho son OF old lack Taylor
And his Louisiana boys.
And yonder, cheering on his braves,
Is Hill, vIrginia's pride;
The handsome John Magruder
Is nghting by his side;
Bold Pegram holds the bridge to-day,
With Garnet Mt the ford'
And I SEQ the gray-haired Armstead
with his hat upon his sword.
Charge! bearing, charge! Tho Mortimer
Arc pressing Fender sore,
And Cobb, the valiant Georgian,
Can hold his own no more.
See Pcttigrew among them,
No quarter does he beg;
And yonder sleeps the sleep OF death,
The gallant Maxey Gregg.
I am dreaming, am dreaming.
And my comrades of the past
Are waiting in the valley
For the bugle's onward blast.
John Pelham, Brown and Pegram,
VIII Randolph, true and strong,
And the smiling, boyish Lattimer,
A sunbeam In that throng.
Awake, awake, thou drea1nerl
The voices of the slain
Come DER the still, deep waters
In riplets bright with fame
Awake! the spear is broken,
The blade hath turned to rust
And tho warriors red-crosa e a'a.
Droops DER the warriors d,isl,
written by ". p, Carter, Boyce, Va
N"''V October II, 1ssl,)
FUTURE OF "BEAUyOiR.