Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1904-05-20
IN MEMORIAM.

'Tis here we come with loving tribute
To the noblest work Of God,
A tribute to the heroes
Who sleep beneath the sod.
Those men who loved their country,
A band Of Spartan braves;
And place DER them a floral wreath
To mark their honored graves.
Come, hear the old, old story,
AS It's told from day to day
OF the battlefelds and glory
OF the men who wore the gray.
We hear the booming cannon
Resounding DER the dells,
And see the flashing sabres
Mid whistling, bursting shells.
We see those pallid faces
Once lit with knightly charms
Both friend and foe together lie
In deaths cold icy arms;
No noise disturbs their slumbers
On mountain, hill and vale
The bloody battles told for them
A sad and mournful tale.
We've seen the charging squadrons
AS they crossed the bloody fields,
And heard the rolling thunder
OF the cannon's iron wheels.
We see those cheerful soldiers
AS they move with gallant tread;
No water in their canteens,
In their haversacks, no bread.
No bed at night to rest upon,
Save the cold and clammy sod;
cholfnr n y,rnfonf fhann
But the canopy Of God.
"Oh, stranger! please excuse me-"
Says one with falling tear,
These veterans were my comrades
And still I hold them dear"
Methinks I see their solid lines,
Charge up Cemetery Hill,
And see our comrades filling
Their canteens at the rill.
1 see the smoke now settling
On Marye's blazing heights,
And hear the dauntless Meagher
Urge his men into the fight.
We hear him in the plain below
With sword uplifted cry,
Forward! my Irish soldiers,
Well take those heights or die"
Three times they make the effort
Three times they fail, we see,
For tits beyond the power Of man
To break the lines Of Lee.
see a courier coming
Lees troops the victory's won.
Still we are marching onward, march
ing,
But their marching all is done
Thus spoke the muse and vanished,
Leaving in my heart a pain.
your comrades, you will never meet
them,
Never meet them all again!"
Yes, we shall meet beyond the river,
On that bright and peaceful shore,
Where the war clouds shall. no never
Rise to disturb us any more.
Here we come with loving tribute
And place 1t on the soldiers tomb,
While we say, Heavenly Father,
Let these memories ever bloom;
LET the precious little songsters
Sing above them day by day;
Let them tune their harps to music
To the music Of the gray"
The foregoing lines were prepared
by a young lady, member OF the
Ladies' Memorial association to be read
at the decoration Of the soldiers graves
at Salem church on Saturday, May IA
1904.
The following is a list Of the Con-
federate dead: James Bankhead, Jas
Brannon, Wilson Brown, Jackson Cow.
ley James A. Donald, Jefferson Estes
McIver Estes, Charles Foster, Samue
Howell, Charlie Lancaster. Edward
Morgan Leech, Joseph w. Leech
James Leech, Ambrose A. Lee. Johr
w. Mitchell. William McKeown. DR.. ]
F. McCluney, William Owens, EmsleJ
osment, ]. Matt Smarr. Sig Smith
Joseph M. Smith, Mack Smith, Johr
w. Smith, Milton Watson and Henry
Wilkerson-26.
Notwithstanding the threatening
clouds and drenching rain, at the ap.
pointed hour the ladies, accompanied
by a goodly number Of men, repaired
to the cemetery and strewed flowers
upon the Confederate graves. All were
kindly remembered.
bright angels looking from the skies
Behold no holier spot Of ground;
Than whcre defeated valor lies,
By woman's love and beauty crown
ed." J. L. 8.
Eta Jane, May 16, 1904.