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Stonewall Jackson (search for this): article 1
[from the Montreal Advertiser.]Stonewall Jackson. Not in the dim cathedral, Filled with the organ's tones, But on the sward, beneath the treat, Through which the sad wind moans, Where spurs and sabres clank, And chargers paw the ground, And the bronzed and bearded troopers kneel, Silent and stern, around.
Thence to the Heaven ascending, Breathes forth as earnest prayer As ever, from the towering root, The angels upward bear; When the bloody toll of battle Is o'er, and the fight is won, e of need, And asks for the help of that strong right arm Until the land is freed.
Next day, where the fight is thickest, And the bayonets clash and meet-- Where the shell and found shot hiss and scream, And the bullets come thick as sleet-- Jackson will lead the foremost charge Till the routed foemen feel In flank and rear the avenging stroke Of the trenchant Southern steel.
The moon light gleams on the cannon, And the scouts go galloping by; The watch-fires flare through the gloomy tr