Clarke courier. [volume] (Berryville, Va.) 1869-1997, 1904-05-11
81 Am DREAMING
BY W. T. CARTER.

In sad and solemn strain:
And the night-winds echo sadly
The songs Of buried years.
And morning brings upon its crest
\ rivulet Of tears.
What see You silent sleeper
In the far-of land OF dreams?
What see you by the valleysg
And the notwithstanding streams .
Are there orange trees in blossom.
Is there gold upon the strand?
Is there JOY or is there mourning
Ia that far-oG pleasant land
! am dreaming. I am dreaming
And the lightning's lurid glare
Like a meteor in lis madness
RusheS through the midnight air.
And ! see the rcd cross banner
In the rifted cloudlets wave.
And l hear the battle shoutings
OF the sallant and the brave.
! am dreaming. l am dreaming
And the lannon's deadly roar
Rolls mp the steep, blue mountain.
Along the other shore.
And ! see a lordly gentleman
Ride out 20 lead the way.
He j, the knightliest gentlemen
That ever wore the gray.
Down to the shock of battle
Through fire, and smoke, and blood.
He rides him down right CALAMITY
To stem the ebbing flood:
Two glittering stars about his throat.
No sword he wears. ween-
lie Is the comeliest gentleman
That ever have seen.
So calm, so stern. so debonair.
No plume upon his crest,
He goes the warpath CALAMITY,
No shield upon his breast:
lie rides the good horse Traveller"
Right 10 the fore rides he q.
His sire was Light Horse Harry"
And his name is Robert Lee.
And yonder in the tempest,
Down by the smoky plain,
One rides in armor FURNISHED bright
And burning spear amain;
His brow is clothed with thunder,
His right arm raised on high,
Mars-like he rides TO battle
As he rode in days gone by.
am dreaming, I am dreaming
And the blushing rose OF morn
Is shaking from her leaflets young
Bright crystals newly born.
The midnight is asunder-
Still the carnage revels high,
And still rides "StonewalT' Jackson
As he rode in days gone by.
Now bark the bugles 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 Harry of Navarro"
am dreaming, and there's weeping
In yon grove upon the hill,
There noble form is hushed in death.
a 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 Picket.
With slogan and with band?
lie went across your borders
With banners and with spears,
And crowned the heights of Gettysburg
With glory and with tears.
am dreaming. ] am dreaming
And a black plume waves on high
:" graceful, yet so terrible,
Above flashing eye;
The mountains quake and tremble.
Still that warrior takes no heed:
Ills Ashby rides the vale of death
Upon his milk-white steed
And oh, a song of boyhood
Is floating up the glen
And happy voice of by-gone years
Is cheering on his men.
With cleaning eye he charged
And a soul for soldiers fate.
lis Ramseur, dashing Ramseur.
The pride of the Old North State
Who comes withvisage strong and stern
Upon his foaming bay?
a stout and hardy fighter,
"Old Butcher" clears the way;
With stardy cane Of oak aloft
He leads them up the glade,
It's Allegheny" Johnson
With the old Stonewall brigade
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 SCARF and grave,
Stands Hood, the lion hearted.
The bravest Of the brave.