Goldsboro weekly argus., 1915-04-15
Fiftieth Anniversary
Surrender of Lee
April 9, 1865 General Lee Gave Up
His Sword to General
Grant


ing burdens too heavy for her to bear
how heavy and how she bore them
God alone knows: What shall we say
of her: 1t is not in the power OF Ian
guage to pay her tribute: Her record
lives in the hearts of all brave men
and the heart of brave man never
forgets!
But the record of grief for the pr1-
vate Confederate Soldier slain does
not stop here. What Of the match
less Southern maiden, clinging to the
gate of her sequestered Southern home
and consecrating it with her tears as
she longingly looks on the vanishing
figure of her soldier lover, erect, re-
liant, brave-the pain Of parting strug-
Cling with his hope and his pride and
his heroism for his country's cause
the little gate and the sweet face OF
the little sweetheart strangely blend
ing with scenes of battle-the charge
the route-the victery!! Under the
soldiers jacket the heart beats less
heavily than the heart of the maiden
above the closed gate-closed to shut
out joy and bid defiance to hope!
BY and by comes a story of carnage,
and anxiety-deep and unfathomable-
claims the heart of the brave maiden
at home. Other stories follow fast
and follow faster" and day On day
brings the commandants' roll Of the
fallen. Hopes voice sinks to low
whisper! Life is chilled Infinitely! At
length, in the calm Of the Sabbath
morning, perchance, there comes the
roll of all rolls. Each name is hur-
riedly scanned and the cry is "no-
no-no-no!"-on down the long ros-
| ter of the eternally resting Valiant
Nay! not SOL! Near the end is name
| that burns and sears as by fire!
Heartstrings are clutched as by a
vice of steel! A loved life has gone
out under the Bonnie Blue Flag where
the fight ragged fiercest. The end of
Hope is come. The burden bends low
er still on the brave at home!
After awhile there comes through
| circuitous hands-to the stricken
maiden a poor little parce1-a Bible
a picture-and some blossoms given
fresh-plucked at the gate, now faded
brown These memorials of sleep
ing soldier take their place with wo-
mans dearest treasures.
And the years roll on!!
; From such homes and from such
hearts went forth the Private Confed
crate Soldier-from homes of luxury
and from humble hamlet alike-to bat
tie, to exquisite suffering, through
, avenues of sickness and mental an
guish, in prisons and on carnag'
fields, and to death-nay not to death
for "to live in hearts we leave behint
is not to die" and love and reverence
for the Confederate Soldier will liv
in Southern hearts forever: for b
gave his life in defense of a grea
q principle, and we hope the day will
never come to the South when it
}. youth will not be trained to measur
UP to the standard of manhood Of tn
Confederate soldier-a manhood Of en-
e gaging grace, of chivalry that wa
ever tempered with dignity, in piet
i that gave endurance, in charity tha
boasted not, in honor held above lift
), in heroism that neither paled in tn
face of peril nor cringed in defeat, i
n the frankness, fealty and Wholesom
comradeship that won the hearts
+ womanhood that has not been equale
since first the world began.
And 80 on this Fiftieth anniversar
of Lees surrender to Grant at Appt
= mattox, halloWed memories and val
= ished hopes come trooping back acros
= the years-bringing tears with theI
- as fond hopes will when they CON
y hack withered
- Fur1 that Banner, for 'tis weary;
,+ Round it's staff 'tis dropping dreary;
20 Fur1 it, fold it, it is best:
For there's not a man to wave it,
10 And there's not a. sword to save it,
10 And there's not one left to lave it
f. In the blood which heroes gave it;
70 And it's foes now scorn and brave
o. Furl it, hide it-let it rest.
by Take that Banner down, it's tattere
rs Broken is its staff and shattered;
". And the valiant hosts are scattered,
II. Over whom it fioated high.
n Oh! it's hard for us to fold it;
of Hard to think there's none to hold
rs Hard that those, who once unro1led
Now must furl it with a sigh.
Is Furl that Banner-furl it sadly;
TO- Once ten thousands hailed it gladly
ne And ten thousands wildly, madly,
OF Swore it should forever wave;
nu Swore that foeman's sword Shot
ed newer
81 Hearts like theirs entwined dissever
Till that flag should float forever
ler Ger their freedom, or their grave
to
ed Furl it! for the hands that grasped
m And the hearts that fond1y clasped
mr. Cold and dead are lying low;
he And that Banner-it is trailing!
mo While around it sounds the wailins
tn Of its people in their woe.
re- For, though conquered, they adore
of Love the cold, dead hands that bore
I,ic Wnnn for those who fell hoforo iff