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Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 28. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), The natal day of General Robert Edward Lee (search)
esident; Mrs. Mary Ashley Townsend, the gifted southern poetess; General Alden McClellan, president of the Soldiers' Home: Mr. Edwin Marks, Dr. Tichenor and Colonel W. R. Lyman; Mrs. Smith introduced Mr. Edwin Marks. who had kindly consented to deliver a few impromptu remarks, as the other speakers were not present. Mr. Marksridian, Miss. After this beautiful reading the following beautiful poem, from the pen of our sweet southern songbird, Mary Ashley Townsend, was read by Colonel W. R. Lyman. Mr. Lyman read the poem with great force and diction, and every word sank as a note that would linger in the hearts of all present. The following was theMr. Lyman read the poem with great force and diction, and every word sank as a note that would linger in the hearts of all present. The following was the poem: The birthday of Lee. Mary Ashley Townsend What singer's song, However bravely he might sing, To this proud hour and day could bring Meed justly strong? For chaplet worth the hero's brows, His spirit's supreme dower, Among the gardens of the earth Where grows the fitting flower? No trumpets thrall The ear with southern