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that ever shook the earth with its tread, and engaged in a holier cause than ever engaged soldiers before.
What defenders, my countrymen, have we now? We have the remnant of this old, magnificent, matchless army, of which I have been speaking, and then as allies in any future war, we have the brave men who fought against us on Southern battlefields. The Army of Grant and the Army of Lee are together. They are one now in faith, in hope, in fraternity, in purpose, and in an invincible patriotism. And, therefore, the country is in no danger. In justice strong, in peace secure, and in devotion to the flag all one.
HYMN FOR MEMORIAL DAY
Magnolia Cemetery, Charleston, S. C.
BY HENRY TIMROD
Sleep sweetly in your humble graves
Sleep, martyrs of a fallen cause!
The pilgrim here to pause,
The blossom of your fame is blown,
The shaft is in the stone!
Meanwhile, behalf the tardy years
Which keep in trust your storied tombs,
And these memorial blooms.
Small tributes; but your shades will smile
More proudly on these wreaths to-day
Shall overlook this bay.
Stoop, angels, hither from the skies !
There is no holier spot of ground
By mourning beauty crowned.
HEROES OF THE SOUTH
From an Ode on the Valor and Sufferings of
BY PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE
Four deadly years we fought,
Blood dyed the Southern wave;
Blood of our bravest brave
And from a hundred hills
The Beaufort blooms were wither'd on the stem;
The fair Gulf City in a single night
Lost her imperial diadem; And wheresoe'er men's troubled vision roamed They viewed Might towering o'er the humbled crest of
But for a time, but for a time, O God! The innate forces of our knightly blood Rallied, and by the mount, the fen, the flood,
Upraised the tottering standards of our race. O grand Virginia ! though thy glittering glaive Lies sullied, shattered in a ruthless grave,
How it flashed once!
They dug their trenches deep (The implacable foe), they ranged their lines of wrath; But watchful ever on the imminent path
Thy steel-clad genius stood; North, South, East, West,—they strove to pierce thy
shield: Thou wouldst not yield ! Until-unconquered, yea, unconquered still Nature's weakened forces answered not thy will, And gored with wound on wound, Thy fainting limbs and forehead sought the ground; And with thee, the young nation fell, a pall Solemn and rayless, covering one and all !
God's ways are marvelous; here we stand to-day
Not in the field alone; ah, come with me
O'er flickering fires; but gallant still, and gay
In reeking hospitals, whereon is laid The latest scion of a line perchance Whose veins were royal. Close your blurred romance, Blurred by the dropping of a maudlin tear, And watch the manhood here;
That firm but delicate countenance, Distorted sometimes by an awful pang, Borne in meek patience. When the trumpets rang " To horse!” but yester-morn, that ardent boy Sprang to his charger, thrilled with hope and joy To the very finger-tips; and now he lies, The shadows deepening in those falcon eyes,
But calm and undismayed As if the Death that chills him, brow and breast, Were some fond bride who whispered, “Let us rest!”
Enough! 'tis over! the last gleam of hope
Of all, of all bereft;
Only to us are left
Meanwhile, upon the nation's broken heart
Rode in triumphant state
The loftiest crest of fate;
She yearns above them in her awful woe. (Southern.)
FROM “AN ODE IN TIME OF HESITATION”1
ROBERT GOULD SHAW
BY WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY
The wars we wage
Crouched in the sea fog on the moaning sand