The Confederate dead.
“The grief that circled his brow with a crown of thorns was also that which wreathed them with the splendor of immortality.”— Castelar's ‘Savonarola.’I.
Where are they who marched away,Sped with smiles that changed to tears,
Glittering lines of steel and gray
Moving down the battle's way—
Where are they these many years?
Garlands wreathed their shining swords;
They were girt about with cheers,
Children's lispings, women's words,
Sunshine and the songs of birds—
They are gone so many years.
[383] Lo! beyond their brave array
Freedom's august dawn appears:
Thus we said: “The brighter day
Breaks above that line of gray.” —
Where are they these many years?
All our hearts went with them there,
All our love, and all our prayers;
What of them? How do they fare,
They who went to do and dare,
And are gone so many years?
What of them who went away
Followed by our hopes and fears?
Braver never marched than they,
Closer ranks to fiercer fray.—
Where are they these many years?
Ii.
Borne upon the Spartan shieldHome returned that brave array
From the blood-stained battle-field
They might neither win nor yield;
That is all, and here are they.
That is all, The soft sky bends
O'er them, lapped in earth away;
Her benignest influence lends,
Dews and rains and radiance sends
Down upon them, night and day.
Over them the Springtide weaves
All the verdure of her May:
Past them drift the sombre leaves
When the heart of Autumn grieves
O'er their slumbers.—What care they?
What care they, who failed to win
Guerdon of that splendid day—
Freedom's day—they saw begin,
But that, 'mid the battle's din,
Faded in eclipse away?
All is gone for them. They gave
All for naught. It was their way
Where they loved. They died to save
What was lost. The fight was brave.
That is all; and here are they.
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III.
Is that all? Was duty naught?Love and Faith made blind with tears?
What the lessons that they taught?
What the glory that they caught
From the onward sweeping years?
Here are they who marched away,
Followed by our hopes and fears;
Nobler never went than they
To a bloodier, madder fray,
In the lapse of all the years.
Garlands still shall wreathe the swords
That they drew amid our cheers;
Children's lispings, women's words,
Sunshine, and the songs of birds
Greet them here through all the years.
With them ever shall abide
All our love and all our prayers.
‘What of them?’ The battle's tide
Hath not scathed them. Lo, they ride
Still with Stuart down the years.
Where are they who went away,
Sped with smiles that changed to tears?
Lee yet leads the lines of gray—
Stonewall still rides down this way;
They are Fame's through all the years.
