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angels beauty birds blessed blood bloom blossoms blue brave breast breath bright brow burning Confederate Confederate Flag crimson Cross of Honor crown curse dark dead dear death despair divine dream earth eyes face fair Fate fear feel Fighting Joe Flag flash flowers flush forever glance gloom glow golden grace hair hand heart Heaven hell HENRY LYNDEN hide honor hope hopes and fears Joe Wheeler kiss land laugh light Lily of Monte lips live Lone Star Flag look Lord Love's mock mocketh Neath never night Old Glory pale Parnassian Peace poem pure ring roses round scorn shadows shine sight singing skies smile snow song sorrow soul Spain splendor stars Stars and Bars Stonewall Jackson stream strife sweet tears tell tender thee There's thou thro violets voice wages of sin ween Weep wine wonder yellow fever
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Page 150 - Not midst the lightning of the stormy fight, Nor in the rush upon the vandal foe, Did kingly Death, with his resistless might, Lay the great leader low. His warrior soul its earthly shackles broke In the full sunshine of a peaceful town; When all the storm was hushed, the trusty oak That propped our cause went down. Though his alone the blood that flecks the ground, Recalling all his grand, heroic deeds, Freedom herself is writhing in the wound, And all the country bleeds. He entered not the nation's...
Page 69 - Neath the sky so bright and blue. And no slab of pallid marble Rears its white and ghastly head, Telling wanderers in the valley Of the virtues of the dead; But a lily is her tombstone, And a dew-drop, pure and bright, Is the epitaph an angel wrote In the stillness of the night.
Page 154 - And the blood that flowed from his hero heart, On the spot where he nobly perished, Was drunk by the earth as a sacrament In the holy cause he cherished. In Heaven a home with the brave and...
Page 139 - The emblem of the Right. It seeks no conquest — knows no fear ; Cares not for pomp or state ; As pliant as the atmosphere, As resolute as Fate. Where'er it floats, on land or sea, No stain its honor mars, And Freedom smiles, her fate secure, Beneath its steadfast stars.
Page 156 - Will battle for right no more! And that for a cause which is sanctified, By the blood of martyrs unknown— A cause for which they gave their lives, And for which he gave his own— He kneels, a meek ambassador, At the foot of the Father's Throne.
Page 150 - Freedom herself is writhing in the wound, And all the country bleeds. He entered not the nation's Promised Land At the red belching of the cannon's mouth, But broke the House of Bondage with his hand — The Moses of the South ! O gracious God ! not gainless is the loss: A glorious sunbeam gilds thy sternest frown; And while his country staggers 'neath the Cross, He rises with the Crown!
Page 160 - rose With all its stars restored; And smiling Peace, with rapture, raised A pean to the Lord. We love both flags — let smiles and tears Together hold their sway; One won our hearts in days agone — One owns our love to-day. We claim them both with all their wealth Of honor and of fame — One lives, triumphant, in the sun; And one, a hallowed name. A few short years and "Yank" and "Reb," Beneath their native sod, Will wait until the Judgment Day The calling voice of God — The Great Commander's...
Page 139 - No more around its towering staff The folds shall twine again, Till falls beneath its righteous wrath The gonfalon of Spain. That flag with constellated stars Shines ever in the van ! And, like the rainbow in the storm, Presages peace to man. For still amid the cannon's roar It sanctifies the fight, And flames along the battle lines, The emblem of the Right.
Page 35 - tis worthless in your eyes, Tis very dear to me. THE OLD STORY A cry at night — a mother's delight — A life has just begun — Out of the dark, a vital spark — And the Earth spins round the Sun. Halcyon hours — orange flowers — Gaily the Seasons run — Sunshine — rain — pleasure — pain — And the Earth spins round the Sun. Pulseless breast — hands at rest — Life's short race is run — Under the sod — back to God — And the Earth spins round the Sun. BEHIND THE PALL...
Page 158 - Even while its glory was the theme Of half the world. A beacon that with streaming ray Dazzled a struggling Nation's sight — Seeming a pillar of cloud by day, Of fire by night. They jeer who trembled as it hung, Comet-like blazoning the sky — And heroes, such as Homer sung, Followed it to die. It fell — but stainless as it rose, Martyred, like Stephen, in the strife — . Passing, like him, girdled with foes, From Death to Life. Fame's trophy! Sanctified with tears — Planted forever at her...