. Sponsor souvenir album : history & reunion (1895) . fool that dares to scoff! Attention! tis his way! Appealing from his native sod, In forma pauperis to God—Lay bare thine arm; stretch forth thy rod; Amen! Thats Stonewalls way. Hes in the saddle now! Fall in! Steady—the whole Brigade!Hills at the ford cut off! Hell win His wray out, ball and blade;What matter if our shoes are worn!What matter if our feet are torn!Quick step—were with him before dawn! Thats Stonewall Jacksons way. SPONSOR SOUVENIR ALBUM. 20 The suns bright lances rout the mists Of morning, and, by George, Theres Longstreet s
. Sponsor souvenir album : history & reunion (1895) . fool that dares to scoff! Attention! tis his way! Appealing from his native sod, In forma pauperis to God—Lay bare thine arm; stretch forth thy rod; Amen! Thats Stonewalls way. Hes in the saddle now! Fall in! Steady—the whole Brigade!Hills at the ford cut off! Hell win His wray out, ball and blade;What matter if our shoes are worn!What matter if our feet are torn!Quick step—were with him before dawn! Thats Stonewall Jacksons way. SPONSOR SOUVENIR ALBUM. 20 The suns bright lances rout the mists Of morning, and, by George, Theres Longstreet struggling in the lists, Hemmed in an ugly gorge—Pope and his Yankees whipped before—Bayonet and grape! hear Stonewall roar,Charge, Stuart! Pay off Ashbys score In Stonewall Jacksons way Ah, maiden! wait and watch and yearn For news of Stonewalls band;Ah, widow! read with eyes that burn That ring upon thy hand;Ah, wife! sew on, pray on, hope on,Thy life shall not be all forlorn—The foe had better neer been get in Stonewalls 203 SPONSOR SOUVENIR ALBUM. THE SWORD OF ROBERT LEE. By Father Ryan. Forth from its scabbard, pure and bright, Flashed the sword of Lee!Far in front of the deadly fight,High oer the brave in the cause of Right,Its stainless sheen, like a beacon light,Led us to victory. Out of its scabbard, where, full long, It slumbered peacefully,Roused from its rest by the battles the feeble, smiting the the right, avenging the wrong. Gleamed the sword of Lee. Forth from its scabbard, high in air Beneath Virginias sky—And they who saw it gleaming there,And knew who bore it, knelt to swearThat where that sword led they would dare To follow—and to die. Out of its scabbard! Never hand Waved sword from stain as free,Nor purer sword led braver band,Nor braver bled for a brighter land,Nor brighter land had a cause so grand,Nor cause a chief like Lee! Forth from its scabbard! How we prayed That sword might victor be;An
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