. The unwritten South : cause, progress and result of the Civil War ; relics of hidden truth after forty years . STONEWALL JACKSON. Twas as the dying of the day, The darkness grew so still;The drowsy pipe of evening birds Was hushed upon the the shadows of the vale Slumbered the men of might,And one lone sentry paced his rounds To watch the camp that night. A grave and solemn man was he, With deep and sombre brow;The dreamful eyes seemed hoarding up Some unaccomplished wistful glance peered oer the plain, Beneath the starry with the murmured name of God, He watch
. The unwritten South : cause, progress and result of the Civil War ; relics of hidden truth after forty years . STONEWALL JACKSON. Twas as the dying of the day, The darkness grew so still;The drowsy pipe of evening birds Was hushed upon the the shadows of the vale Slumbered the men of might,And one lone sentry paced his rounds To watch the camp that night. A grave and solemn man was he, With deep and sombre brow;The dreamful eyes seemed hoarding up Some unaccomplished wistful glance peered oer the plain, Beneath the starry with the murmured name of God, He watched the camp that night. We mourn for him who died for us. With one resistless up the valley of the Lord He marches to the throne!He kept the faith of men and saints Sublime, and pure, and brightl;He sleeps, and all is well with him Who watched the camp that night. Brothers! the midnight of our cause Is shrouded in our fate;The demon Goths pollute our halls With fire, and lust, and strong, be valiant, be assured— Strike home for Heaven and right;The soul of Jackson stalks around. And gua
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