The shaft is in the stone!
Meanwhile, behalf the tardy years Which keep in trust your storied tombs, Behold!
your sisters bring their tears, And these memorial blooms.
Break not his sweet repose: the burial-ground of sailors who fell at Hilton head in 1861
This sequestered spot, the burial-place of the sailors who lost their lives in the capture of Hilton Head by the Federal fleet on November 7, 1861, might have been designed to fit the poem by John Albee.
The live-oaks droop tenderlHilton Head by the Federal fleet on November 7, 1861, might have been designed to fit the poem by John Albee.
The live-oaks droop tenderly above it and cast a gloom around.
Through it comes faintly ‘the sea's near murmur.’ But though the names of men like these may be unknown to fame, they are not forgotten in their quiet resting-places.
Each Memorial Day brings the gratitude of a nation that was saved because they dared to die. Small tributes!
but your shades will smile More proudly on these wreaths to-day, Than when some cannon-moulded pile Shall overlook this bay. Stoop, angels, hither from the skies! There is no holier s