128 The Death of Stonewall Jackson O gracious God! not gainless is the loss: A glorious sunbeam gilds thy sternest frown, And while his country staggers with the Cross, He rises with the Crown. [Southern.] UNDER THE SHADE OF THE TREES. BY MARGARET J. PRESTON. [The last words of Stonewall Jackson were: "Let us cross the river and rest under the shade of the trees." -EDITOR.] WHAT HAT are the thoughts that are stirring his breast? -"Let us pass over the river, and rest Under the shade of the trees." Has he grown sick of his toils and his tasks? Is it the gurgle of waters whose flow Ofttime has come to him, borne on the breeze, Memory listens to, lapsing so low, Under the shade of the trees? 130 Under the Sbade of the Trees Nay-though the rasp of the flesh was so sore, Caught the high psalms of ecstatic delight— Oh, was it strange he should pine for release, Touched to the soul with such transports as these,― He who so needed the balsam of peace, Under the shade of the trees? Yea, it was noblest for him—it was best There to pass over the river and rest Under the shade of the trees! [Southern.] STONEWALL JACKSON. (Mortally wounded at Chancellorsville, May, 1863.) Τ BY HERMAN MELVILLE. HE Man who fiercest charged in fight, Even him who stoutly stood for Wrong, How can we praise? Yet.coming days Shall not forget him with this song. Dead is the Man whose Cause is dead, Earnest in error, as we feel; True to the thing he deemed was due, Relentlessly he routed us; But we relent, for he is low Stonewall! Justly his fame we outlaw; so We drop a tear on the bold Virginia's bier, Because no wreath we owe. ARK as the clouds of even, DAR Ranked in the western heaven, Waiting the breath that lifts Arm to arm, knee to kee, Down the long dusky line |