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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.
“ Let us
[The last words of Stonewall Jackson were : cross the river and rest under the shade of the trees.” -EDITOR.]
HAT are the thoughts that are stirring his breast?
What is the mystical vision he sees ? -“ Let us pass over the river, and rest Under the shade of the trees.”
Has he grown sick of his toils and his tasks?
Sighs the worn spirit for respite or ease? Is it a moment's cool halt that he asks
Under the shade of the trees?
Is it the gurgle of waters whose flow
Ofttime has come to him, borne on the breeze,
Nay—though the rasp of the flesh was so sore,
Faith, that had yearnings far keener than these, Saw the soft sheen of the Thitherward Shore
Under the shade of the trees ;
Caught the high psalms of ecstatic delight
Heard the harps harpiug, like soundings of seasWatched earth's assoiled ones walking in white
Under the shade of the trees.
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
(Questioning naught of our Father's decrees), There to pass over the river and rest
Under the shade of the trees ! [Southern.]
(Mortally wounded at Chancellorsville, May, 1863.)
BY HERMAN MELVILLE.
HE Man who fiercest charged in fight,
Stonewall ! 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,
True as John Brown or steel.
Relentlessly he routed us;
Because no wreath we owe.
ARK as the clouds of even,
Ranked in the western heaven,
Down the long dusky line