The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1911-07-09
Daughter
NJ MISS GRACE LUMpkIN.

to you with q message from Georgia
feel that must tell you how
proud am to stand before you once
more; how my heart stirs and thrills at
Sight of you.
Confederate soldiers. hoy love
you, for am your daughter. as are
many OF these about you here. and
when you meet 10 tell :hc story of
your deeds, and live over again those
four years OF want. and grief. and bat
ties. and graves our place Is by your
side. on duty 10 hold your hands in
ours and catch into our souls the story
that had made your lives immortal
To hear you tell OF the cause that
was right is right now. ana Will be
forerer right: and it Is only on
the scroll OF eternity that there will
be room to write the deeds OF you
battlc-scared heroes OF Robert F.. Lee
These daughters who love you so
VIII build monuments long as there
IS one OF us left who know you. and
when granite and marble shall crum-
BILE and fall with the cycle OF the
years the women OF the South will
gather up the dust. and mixing Il in
10 mortar and cement will build again
the stately shafts. and will write again
the bravery OF tho mighty dead mol
conquered land ever built monuments
and. Confederate soldiers. you were
not conquered, but worn out with
ronquering"
And those brave and noble women o:
the Confederacy. our mothers and our
grandmothers. How they gave their
husbands and their sons to the cause.
And YOU. know, would teach the chill
dFen OF the present and the future that
the mothers and wives did as much for
the South. in the silence OF love. as did
tho soidiers who gave up their lives
Many mother and sweetheart died of
the wounds her. soldier received. and
The fingers that had swept tho lutte
strings and tho harp made socks Tor
the bare feet OF her loved ones in war.
and the hands TINT knew how 10 rear
soldiers from birth made the bread
tina; her soldiers alto.
And when the angel shall shout
Resurrection" million Southern
women will 60 M through the lilies
that bloom over them here TO live on
as the lilies OF God
You soldiers suffered the cruclhxfon
OF sabre and shot and she'll These wo
men suffered Gethsemane's travail of
heart
AS We look on you at this hour We
cal to our vision the old gray Jacket
aud we hear again the music OF
Dixie We see YOU again. broken
wounded muddy, dying. who marched
through every weather. sweating. but
fearless: shivering, without trembling;
Kept on your feet By trunpet call nv
FEVER and hy the songs YOU sang DER
conquered armies. You marched and
Fought fasting; you marched and
fought four TO one, and only fought
Tor glory and dry bread. You followed
as proud Nag hs ever waved DER iron
legions, and that nag is torn and
battlefront and folded forever,
Your nation was founded on truth
your cause eternaily right. Your no1-
was as stainless Of wrong as any AR
that was ever wrought by a woman'z
hands or hallowcd by a woman's- taare
To uphold that nation. that cause. that
nag you hared your bosom TO hattie
and hayonet and cannon shot. and the
end OF IT ali was the costliest funersI
that the world has ever seen
ragged, starving. wounded vou
Fought in that thin lire of gray min
more WAS dead, and then-a man
s,il--yon stood and heard the hIara
or triumphant bugles piay tauntInr
requiems over the grave of the whitest
nation that ever came to birth
Soldiers, YOU in the ranks of graz.
With the bra2en belt of the {,
Take them! all that have to give
md by Gods grace while nv sou,
shall live.
It still shall keep in it's faithful wav
The camp-fres lot for the men in
gray!
Soldiers of the contederacv 70
whom have spoken sons and
daughters of these soldiers. listen,
bring message.
am Georgia's daughter.
In Macon, that Queen city OF Geor-
gia. learned first to sneak of Geor-
gia's glory--at my mothers knee
learned then to pray, and with his
arm about me, there my father. one
of the knghtliest of men who ever
wore tho gray coat of the Confed
eracy. taught my childish lips to praise
the land OF my birth. Splendid in his
youth, he bore the banner of a stain
less young nation. Splendid in his old
age. he bore the thorne crown OF
suffering In silence. I'd in the loving
arms of the land that gave him birth
he sleeps at last as so many OF your
comrades sleep, wrapped in the mantle
OF nations glory. n dead nation's
flag in his silent hands
For his sake I bring you the mes
sage from Georgia from Macon, the
lovely and beloved city.
From the stateliest homes that
crown her green hills to the lowiiest
home that stands on her broad streets.
bring yon the message from noble
men and tender. loving women and
little children. from every wing heart
In Georgia comes this message:
Come t us In 1912!
The doors OF Macon are glowing
with welcome! You shall want . for
nothing that money can buy,
The thin gray ranks will welcop,o
you!