The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1903-08-30
The Southland Song.

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MI The Southland Song.
(rhe following poem Is BY the author Of
| "1n Virginia." which General White quot.
cd IN his memorial address at Hollywood
II. cuRRAN w1LBuD.
Sing It softly, sing It low,
snss me "Dxie. like Ike they they sang II In the
TIL my poor old, lonely heart
Seems but Just an aching part
start.
Sing the glorious old refrain
Til the warm blood once again
Rushos IN exu1tant gladncss through each
lovc-pulsntIng vein,
Till ] seem to catch tho sight
OF tho cotton blooming white
Meath the starry diamond mantel Of the
night.
Sing It louder. till the breeze.
Joins the chorus and tn trees
Wave the tenor. to the bass notes Of the
Let the lonely whip-poor-
JOIN the music from the Hill. t
While the crsekets pipe their fife notes
clear and shrll.
Let the thunder Of the fray
Mingle with It In the way
That It mingled Wien wssang It ms we
/, the beating Of the drum
Till our voices break in cheering. thon
grow dumb.
Then let 1t fade and die,
Sing t tender, as the sky
That w Rsaes all the s1hzsff e fields
Sing 1t sacred-like and slow,
Mlngling with, sweet nd low,
The music Of the Suwanecs quite flow.
Sing the dear old Southland song
Sing the words out. clear and strong,
Sing It sweetly. like the memories with
Till the tender. melody
Wraps me in It's mystery ..ft4As
And l seem to hear. the Southland calling
t4laN1I. 9ft tEa ES
When my time has come 70 die
Take me down and let me lie
In the arms Of dear old Dixie, where the
vii, r sinE F$2DE5II Rs" Dy going past
Where I'm, sleeping meath the grass
BugIe Notes.
written for The Times ispatch.)
''Undid the collar from his throat
And blew hearty buBle note"
. VI 1 = Is
man must be an old soldier to- be
truly. genuinely thrilled ~ the stirring
sound nnsG the 'e
OF two score. years. And then let US 50
back TO- the martial music OF the olden
days. Do you not recall that grand old
Roman spirit that thrice daily from her
defiance to the besieglng hosts OF l1Annl-
bal?
At times when have been visiting tho
Eternal City" my willing feet invariably
along for miles With Inviting. resttulness
between the grand old oily and the distant stan
There, in the dew. o. the morning. the
Of evening. the quiet ydarkening pail Of
night for many weeks son, eneamped ba
came to destroy Rome. But the Ereat
Siege was raised and the heroic old city.
was spared for the nonce among the NUM-
erous vicssitudes Of her varied changing
fortunes
The far-reaching, silvcry notes OF Ro-
lands famous horn were futile to, prevent
while imperishable valor had often rallied
around the same inspiration, tho, spirit
OF heroism still lives, and was not then
destroyed, did not 70 down in utter de-
feat and humiliation. Essa s5ssltS
At Waterlo up to the hour OF $3.50 P. NJ.
We are told that all tho honors Of u ter
rlbc conflict with the assured prospect OF
on carlv victory rested with the French
army. And then the tide Of battle only
turned when Napoleon saw host Of
Prussians under Won Bulow, with old
Marshall Blucher in the van. rapldly.nd;,
"Iron Duke" Then for the once the
sounding of innumerable trumpets. 5the
stirring notes Of hundred bugles failed
to arouse and fire the French heart. failed
even in the presence and under the eyes
OF their beloved Emperor. IT was an army
no longer on the offensive. but at once
put on the defense, only for the old
Guard to die while their comrades hurried
ly fled the field.
While very many heroic deeds have had
ms their Inspiration the thrilling music
Of hnple notes, history Only I, recorrdSs q,
all the sweet charm OF their yalorous
pleadlngs
Pcrhaps among nll tho heroic deeds OF
the nineteenth century thore Is not one
shining with greater lustro IN American
history than that ever gallant and sue
ton cadets at New Market, Va, May Ia,
lssi Behold $50 boy soldiers capturing
= battery OF the enemy's guns In the pres 4
ence OF two applauding armies.
VIII not the trumpets, OF fame
Long and loud sound their nama7
fancy there will never come q time
Certainly not while men are men Win