. American war ballads and lyrics: a collection of the songs and ballads of the colonial wars, the revolution, the war of 1812-15, the war with Mexico, and the civil war . tasks ? Sighs the worn spirit for respite or ease ?Is it a moments cool halt that he asks Under the shade of the trees ? Is it the gurgle of waters whose flow Ofttime has come to him, borne on the breeze, Memory listens to, lapsing so low,Under the shade of the trees ?Vol. 11. 129 130 Cinder tbe Sba&e of tbe tTrees Nay—though the rasp of the flesh was so sore,Faith, that had yearnings far keener than these, Saw the soft shee
. American war ballads and lyrics: a collection of the songs and ballads of the colonial wars, the revolution, the war of 1812-15, the war with Mexico, and the civil war . tasks ? Sighs the worn spirit for respite or ease ?Is it a moments cool halt that he asks Under the shade of the trees ? Is it the gurgle of waters whose flow Ofttime has come to him, borne on the breeze, Memory listens to, lapsing so low,Under the shade of the trees ?Vol. 11. 129 130 Cinder tbe Sba&e of tbe tTrees Nay—though the rasp of the flesh was so sore,Faith, that had yearnings far keener than these, Saw the soft sheen of the Thitherward ShoreUnder the shade of the trees ;— Caught the high psalms of ecstatic delight— Heard the harps harping, like soundings of seas— Watched earths assoiled ones walking in whiteUnder the shade of the trees. Oh, was it strange he should pine for release, Touched to the soul with such transports as these,- He who so needed the balsam of peace,Under the shade of the trees ? Yea, it was noblest for him—it was best (Questioning naught of our Fathers decrees), There to pass over the river and restUnder the shade of the trees ! [Southern.]. STONEWALL JACKSON. (Mortally wounded at Chancellorsville, May, 1863.)By HE;rmAN THE Man who fiercest charged in fight,Whose sword and prayer were long-Stonewall !Even him who stoutly stood for Wrong,How can we praise ? Yet coming daysShall not forget him with this song. Dead is the Man whose Cause is dead,Vainly he died and set his seal— Stonewall !Earnest in error, as we feel; True to the thing he deemed was due,True as John Brown or steel. Relentlessly he routed us ; But lue relent, for he is low—Stonewall ! Justly his fame we outlaw ; soWe drop a tear on the bold Virginias bier, Because no wreath we owe. 131
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