The Fayette falcon. (Somerville, Tenn.) 190?-current, 1921-03-18

eighteen sixty one,
That fateful year in our young lives
our dreadful war begun:
With boyish hearts so hopeful we hail
ed the coming years,
Nor dreamed the smiling future could
ever end 10 tears?
How few of US then thought what the
coming years would bring
AS we bodily heard wars tocsin its loud
alarum ring;ss
And gsily and 90 proudly donned our
brand new suits of gray;
And shouldered arms or carried swords,
prepared to march away?
Doyou remember, comrades, the GRO wds
that gathered nigh
To cheer Us with their pi iesence and
bid us ell good bye;
Our smothers wives and sisters, and
loving sweethearts, too,
Who came to speak their iast farewell
and kiss all, Adieu?
Our thoughh were thoughts of glory
and devotion to our cause;
To uahoid our Southlands banner and
maintain our COZ ry's laws;
To protect our precious bearthatones
where loving hearts then dwelt;
And achieve those high ambitions our
youthful hearts then felt.
Alb. comrades, you remember how lit
tie then we thought
OF the marchings and the starving and
and the woe that war has wrought;
The long, long days in hospital, the
wounds and suffering met;
Our aching hearts fer those at home,
can we ever this forget?
We glory in our victories, like that at
first Bull Ruu:
AT Seven Pines, The Seven Days, and
Manassas twice we won;
And Sharpsburg and fredericksburg
and Charlottesville 80 CORY;
Where Jackson's soul or Victory g
wings scared to immortal glory?
The Wilderness. Cold Harbor, and
Spottsylvania's field
Where Grant the indomitable before
great Lee did yield;
Brave Pickett's charge at Gettsburg. =
the apex of our story
And Lees grea.istand at Petersburg, =
nine months with battle CORY?
On the fields Of Louisiana, Kentucky,
Tennessee,
Along the Mississippi. from Shiloh to
the sea,
In thousand different conflicts the
odds increasing fast
We fought and won our battles in the
years that now are past.
And then our ndid.lesders, the pick
of the earth;
No armies ere ahad better, their deeds
attest their worth:
Forrest, Stuart, Hampton, Wheeler
and Morgan, too;
Those knightly chiefs of cavalry did all
that men could do.
The Johnstons. Hood ,and Kirby Smith,
and Beauregard the brave,
And ten thousands of their men who
I'LL soldiers grave;
And peerless LEE, the Chief Of all, =
the heart. the soul, the head,
ALI rest, with Gray and Blue alike, in
the bivouac of the dead,
Alas, alas, my comrades, our devotion
was Ia vaiE;
The flower OF all Southland were
numbered with the slain
Our land became all desolate, our
homes were scenes of woe;
And by each hearthstones's dying fire
sat Want, our bitterest foe,
And when we, a wretched remnant,
came home when all was lost
To see the desclstion that cruel war
has cost,
We had one consolation, -one ray that
lit our night
We knew we'd fought good fight and
fought 1t for the Right.
Thus crippled, worn and destitute, in
our tattersd suits of gray,
Looking more like 'sscarecrows,, than
the boys who marched away:
We struggled home By handfuls. sub
missise 20 our fate,
Too oft TO find our loved ones gone. our
hesrthstones desolate.
But those whom God had spared to US
throu gh all that fearful time
Were quick to open heart and arms
with love almost sublime;
To cheer Us with welcome that in
spite of sorrow past,
Thrilled our hearts with hopefulness of
happy days at last,
We've travelled down Times pathway
with near fifty years Of peace.
We've seen our country prosper and all
our land increase;
We've kept the faith of our fathers
held thru the stress Of the war;
And we're proud today Of ell we've
done, for men could do no more.
We love the flag we followed through
all those blood stained years.
We:love the mem'ries or that Past,
now hallowed with our tears;
But we're loyal to the Union, now. and
to It's flag forever;
Yet the mem'ries of that sacred Past
viii never Be forgotten, never.
We know that Death approaches, We
feel bis icy breath;
Soon each shall take bis chamber In the
silent halls Of death:
But the record you made then. In days