The county record. [volume] (Kingstree, S.C.) 1885-1975, 1913-01-16
Lee At JaCKS0I'S GRAVE.

We picture III my aIllc, hanging VII
the dingy wall,
And ofttimeS 90 to see it when the
length ming shadows fall;
| lift ii from the rusty mail and brush
the dust away,
And there see a soldier in uniform
of gray: =.
In his hand wreath of roses, son his
brow look of care,
AS he lays it DER the bosom of his COM
rade sleeping there.
At the margin of the picture just above
the classic mould,
There appears faint inscription on the
canvas gray and old;
But | should not dare restore it, It's the
dear old name Id save,
And my heart aches when | read it
Lee at Stonewall Jackson S grave!
Seems phantom voice is speaking, and
hear a faint good-by;
Seems across the common stiffness zeph-
yrs bear the sweet reply:
., Jackson, | am watching
Meath the shadow of thy tomb;
But, Jackson, III be with thee
" here eternal roses bloom.
saw thee in the valley where the va
pors kist the sun,
AS gorgeous as old Austerlitz that
charmed Napoleon;
O, 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 a-tune
To the song of Shenandoah, ripping
meath the silver moon;
With thee on the eve of battle when the
camp-fires lit the sky,
And the soldier in his bosom pinn'd his
sweetheart's last good-by!
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 the verdure kist,
Bivouacked beneath the starlight 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 and none weep.
There at Charlottesville watched thee,
raised to Heaven thy cherishedname,
When thy dash at Hooker's right en-
quilted it in a sea of flame;
But, oh, that fatal reconnoit ring 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.
! >(Wilburn, Wi!burn, he is Ealing. See,
he drops the bride rein
Lend thy shoulder. Blood upon it? Thou
art honored by the stain! .
o, Fatality, thou mystery; why should
love destroy her own?
Little wonder that the blrnder 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:
'sTo the front and hold your ground, sir;
Pender, you must hold your ground!'
o, Jackson, | 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 the Fighting joe"
All, tits Gods whose loom is weaving,
and it weaves the fate of man;
Who tn inscrutable shall fathom? Who
divine tn omniscient plan?
Not sparrow falls without Him, not a
hair unnumbered is;
Thou hast fallen, thine the honor, infinite
omniscience His.
o, nv Pythias, there at Round-top, Get
tysburg 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 the prest- \
"Let US go across the river, meath the
shady trees to rest!'
Thou art resting. oh, my loved one and
the birds their requiem sing,
But I'll meet you Ger 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!
0, Jackson, | am watching
Taps no more shall sound for ttee-
But. Jackson, I'll be with you
When the last taps sound for ME!
-Reab.
the speech of candidate for office,