The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1905-07-16
GETTYSBURG.
a. DUvAL PORTER, Lynohburx, Va.

Therrnopylne;
All 20 who love to dwell Upon
T Tho fame that blasons Marathon,
Listen to mo.
eing not Of two thousand years.
My story modern. It appears
Naked and bare
/ OF ndvcntltio,is ornament
Like some vast column, torn and rent,
Yet standing there
As tho It bade defiance ev'n
no ali the angry blasts Of heaven
s That on 1t play;
The winds, the fiercely driven.
May blow and beat on 1t III vain
It came to stay.
Nor Wagran1. lena, Austeritz
Where an immortal warrior sits,
IInthroncd for aye;
Nor Caesar, on PharSnlian plain,
a world to lose. a world to gain,
I sing to-day.
iris Gettysburg. All! thrilling word,
Whose mighty echo has been heard
Around the world;
Where brightest hopes that Ger gave
? A daunt less courage to the brave,
In chaos hurled.
GettyHb,srg! a nation smitten.
Whose story never can be written
By friend or foe:
No Waterloo, no wild retreat,
(1xe's army never knew defeat)-
How great the blow.
Third OF July-momcntous day!
When one great nation came to stay,
And one to die:
when Southern arms could not prevail,
with leaders never known to fall
Twas WILD on high.
Third of July-heroic day
Alike for Blue as well MS Gray!
The worlf's best score
OF peeress v4lor puts to shame
The daring deeds that others claim
On foreign Shore
See yonder. standing. that gray line,
Immovable. without a sign,
with batcd breath:
Altho' unmov'd as there they stand,
Yet will they rush at Leo's command
Right into death
"And who are they without a slgn7"
Pickett's, Pettigrew's calm gray limo
On dress parade;
ION dress parade! You do hut Jest
And vet they do not seem distrest
BY cannonade. :
The flames Of battle burst on high,
The genius Of destruction nigh,
All sounds Attest
Hear Longstreet's guns incessant pour
Their iron half into and DER
That awful crest.
s The Wales, the hills, are thunder riven,
Shakes not only earth. but heaven,
With uproar dire;
& Breasts OF iron, hearts Of steel.
IT would seem would terror feel,
Nor dare that fire
They knew must fall upon that line,
still standing there without sign
OF coward fear;
Both Pettigrew and Pickett shine.
Twin battle stars above that line
And both are here.
What thinks that line at such an hour?
What subtle and mysterious power
So holds it there?
1s't thirst for power, or sense OF
shame,
Or hope Of plumber, love Of fame,
That makes 1t dare?
No! IT'S something grander. higher,
Something the nations must admire
Not one, but all:
AS there they stand with bated breath,
They hear on that dread post Of death
Their country's call.
There rides in front gallant knight,
With sabre drawn. inspiring sight
So calm. so true;
A yeritable son Of Mars.
4 genius who has won his stars
TITS Pcttigrew.
..1rhe brnvest of the brave" like Ney,
In council calm, yet fierce in'fray-
Always In place;
Mind andicommanding genius shine
In cvofty i6ok, In every line
or that strong face
what means that pause, that sweet
Rurcease?
why are Longstreets guns at peace!
What means It all?
'Tis but the awful calm before
The storm begins-the dread uproar
About TO fall.
Hark! What was that? The signal
gun!
Look! Look The line Is moving on
Towards the foe;
Beneath that fearful cannonade
They march ms II on dress parade;
Can this be 30?
Indeed, beneath those guns that blaze.
inspired by Southern Marseillese,
They face that fire,
The furious storm OF shot and shell
Which on them from yon crest now
with carnage dire,
ye gods and men! behold the sight!
See ho~ those Southern soldiers fight
Not one, hut all:
Look at Pickett and Pettigrew.
Do all that leaders dare to do
Aye, win or fall.
Hear Armlstead. Martin, cheer and
wave
Their hats-thc bravest OF the brave,
Both crowned to-day:
Pierced by dozen minnie balls,
Upon the field brave Armistend falls,
And Martin maim'd for aye.