Goldsboro weekly argus., 1915-04-15
The Cause Was Lost But Its immortal
Principles of Right Live on and
Sustain The Perpetuity of
the American Republic.
LET THE YOUTH OF THE SOUTH
BE TRAINED TO EMULATE THE
CONFEDERATE SOLDIER.

all History, rendered his sword to
General Ulysses S. Grant, in surrender
of the Lost Cause, yes, lost, but etern-
ally right, and its principles are now
so recognized in the highest tribunals
OF the republics Jurisprudence, while
the maturer wisdom which has come
from the widening experience of the
passing years wins even from our for
mer foes the frank confession that we
of the South interpreted the constitu-
tion correctly-in accordance with
the teachings of it's trainers: and the
whole world pays willing tribute to
the splendid valor with which that
unequal conflict was sustained by
Southern soldiery through those four
stormy years that knew neither ia
tigue nor fear, and so long as History
endures so long will the untarnished
honor and the unexampled heroism OF
tn Confederate Soldier be secure and
distinct on the golden pages of the
tear-washed chapters in Glory's grim
story of Fame, for the world will
never look upon his like again. But
we need have no fear of the future SO
long as the motherhood of the South
in the rearing of their sons shall
emulate the Motherhood that produced
the Confederate Soldier, for behind
the Confederate Soldier in the field
was the Confederate Womanhood at
home, and these were Of mould as
heroic as their brave husbands and
sons and sweethearts at the front.
The maid who binds her warriors sash,
With smile that we'll her pain dis
sembles,
The while beneath her dropping lash
One starry tear-drop hangs and
trembles,
Tho heaven alone records the tear
And Fame shall never know her
story,
Her heart has shed a drop as dear
AS e'er bedewed the field of glory.
The wife who girds her husbands
sword
Mid little ones who weep and won
der
And bravely speaks the cheering word
What though her heart be rent asun'
der,
Doomed nightly in her dreams to heal
The bolts of death around him rattle
Has shed as sacred blood as e'er
Was Toured upon the field Of battle
The mother who conceals her grief
While to her breast her son sh
presses,
Then breathes few brave words ant
brief
kissing the patriot brow she b1esse;
With no one but her secret God
To know the pain that weighs upo
her
Sheds holy blood as e'er the sod
Received on Freedoms field Of hon
or!
So, patriot blood does not com
alone from hearts that bleed on tn
firing line! Surely eff there be boo
an offering that heaven holds dea
it is the last libation that Libert
draws from heart that breaks an
bleeds in her cause" Indeed, the SO,
that suffers sorest from martial strii
hears the thunder of the guns not
all-save only in dreams, or when tt
tears of brave fears fall fastest.
Upon the field of battle, amidst tt
flush of victory, perhaps, and tn
shouts of triumph, ended human su
fering for many a brave Confedera
Soldier; but the deadening grief of d
voted women upon many hillside,
many low green valley was therel
deepened, and the intervening yea
have not given surcease of sorro'
The soldier rests, his warfare owe
but woman weeps on and Is not COZ
forted; for pride in valorous deeds
her dead never yet healed the mother
bruised spirit of devotion.
The Spartan women gave the eb'
hair of their heads to make strin
for the battle-bows of their warrior
and spake fearless farewells when t
brave marched away, but thousands
hearts broke when Leonidas fell, a
woman's tears might have wash
with holy waves the pass Of The
mopylae.
When the noble Southern moth
stroked the head of her precious
and pressed his throbbing heart
her own aching breast she Offer
him a sacrifice to God and her cot
try; but the sacrifice brought not 81
cease of anxiety, nor soothed
mothers pain, nor stilled the yearni
voice of the mothers love. Idle
tell her of her boys undaunted br'
cry on the field of battle; idle to
mind her. of his imperishable deeds
va1or; of his heroic death and of
country's undying gratitude; idle
point her to his commandments rep
-fO the name of her bow on the II
of Honor! Proud she would be W
tie pride of the mother of such s
but stricken still with grief-the 81
= of the mother of the dearest dead.
And the Southern wife, who brav
packed her husbands knapsack q