Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1911-05-09
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wHoSE POEM is THIS?

WHOSE POEM is THIS?
The following poem has been going
the rounds of some Of the papers late
| ly under the caption, "Who Wrote
This? 1t is reproduced because OF
| its beauty, and in the hope that the
author will come out and make him.
self known. The poem is not new
one, having first been published some
years ago, under a nom de plume;
Lee at Jackson's Grave.
I've a picture in my attic, hanging oi'
the dingy wall,
And | ofttimes go to see 1t When
lengthening shadows fall;
7 lift II from the rusty nail and brush
the dust away,
And there I'VE a soldier in a uniform
of grey; 81.
In his hand a wreath of roses, on his
brow a look of care,
AS he LAYS 1t on the bosom of his COM
rade sleeping there.
At the margin of the picture, just
above the classic mould;
There appears a faint inscription on
the canvas gray and old;
But | should not dare restore 1t, us
the dear old name I'd save,
And my heart aches when l read 1T
Lee at Stonewall Jacksons
grave"
Seems a phantom voice Is speaklhs'
and 1 hear a faint goodbye;
Seems across the sombre stiffness
zephyrs bear the sweet reply:
o, Jackson, 1 am watching
Meath the shadow Of thy tomp,
But, Jackson, I'll be with thee,
Where eternal roses bloom!
saw thee in the valley where the
vapors kist the sun,
As gorgeous as old Austerlitz, that
charmed Napoleon;
%. that beautiful May morning, on us
ambient sunbeams fell,
Fell upon the last fond meeting-O,
my comrade, fare thee well.
But in spirit was with thee, felt thy
throbbing heart tune,
To the song of Shenandoah, ripping
meath the silver moon;
With thee on the eve of battle when
campfires lit the sky,
And the soldier in his bosom, pinned
his sweetheart's last goodbye.
At the sounding Of reveille when the
shells around thee screamed,
beheld the empty saddles where the
belching cannon cleaned;
Yes. | saw thee in the valley, where
thy blood and verdure kissed
Bivouacked beneath the starli6. t,
there my soul was keeping
tryst.
o, jackson, am watching,
Where the myrtles round thee
creep,
But Jackson, I'll be with thee
Where none sorrow, where
none weep.
There at Charlottesville. 1 watched
thee, raised to Heaven thy
cherished name,
Where thy dash at Hooker's right en-
quilted it in a sea Of flame;
But oh, that fatal reconnoiterlng
when thy comrades knew thee
not,
There thy soul received the summons,
and thy noble breast the shot;
There the steel thy bosom shattered
o, forgive, they did not know.
Would that thou had'st died in battle.
with thy face against the foe.
(Wilhourne, Wilbourne, he Is falling!
See he drops the bride rein.
Lend thy shoulder. Blood upon II p?
Thou art honored by the stain!
O fatality, thou mystery; thy should
love destroy her own?
Little wonder that the blunder turned
their loving hearts to stoneD
saw thee reeling from the saddle,
saw thy last forgiving glance,
AS the trusty arm Of Morrison bore
thee to the ambulance:
Heard thee give the last stern order.
that thy death with glory
crowned.
ITO the front. and hold your ground,
sir; Pender. you must hold
your ground"
o, Jackson, 1 am watching
Where the fading roses lie,
But, Jackson, I'll be with you
Where the roses never die.
But tomorrow there is Hooker; who
shall meet that valiant foe?
Thou art sleeping, cOmrade, sleeping;
who shall cope with Fighting
Joe?
All, It's Gods whose love is weaving,
and it weaves the fate Of man.
Who tn unscrutable shall fathom
Who devise tn omniscent plan?
Not a sparrow falls without Him, not
hair unnumbered is;
Thou hast fallen thine the honor, in
finite omniscience His.
O, my Pythias, there at Roundtop,
Gettysburg had need of thee!
But thine ear heard not the summons
OF the rolling reveille.
For he heard thy last petition, as thy
comrades round thee prest,
Let us go across the river, meath the
shady tree to rest
Thou are resting, oh, my loved one,
and the birds their requiem
sing,
But I'll meet you DER the river, where
wars tocsins never ring.
Now the sword Is sheathed forever
that upon the shield of fame,
Carved thy deeds of peerless valor,
and inscribed thy deathless
name!
o. Jackson, ! am watching,
Taps no more shall sound for
thee,
But Jackson, I'll be with you,
When the last taps sound for