Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 10.
Reverend J. William Jones, Ed.

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     (Is he in the hall to-night,
Who yet suffers for the Right?)
     Faithful chieftain of our Cause--
Like an ocean rock his will
     Let the wild waves rise and fall;
What cares it, and what cares he?
     Thoa still banned by Freedom's laws!
In his home beside the sea
     Lives he freest of the free.
Ah! they chained his feeble frame,
     But they could not chain his thought,
Nor the Right for which he fought,
     And they could not chain his fame,
But they riveted his name
     To the hearts of you and me;--
Aged chieftain! Southern truth!
     In you keeps immortal youth!
You, our truest and our best,
     What care you for any ban?
Are you not the noblest guest
     In the hearts of each and all?
For us all you wore wrong's chain,
     And each heart is now the hall
Where you have the right to reign.

Leader of the men in gray!
     Chieftain — truest of the true--
Write our story as you may,
     And you did; but even you,
With your pen, could never write
     Half the story of our land.
Your's the heart and your's the hand--
     Sentinels of Southern right;
Your's the brave, strong eloquence--
     Your true words our last defense;
Warrior words — but even they
     Failed as failed our men in gray;
Fail to tell the story grand
     Of our cause and of our land.