Stonewall's Requiem
Stonewall's Requiem | |
M. Deeves
| The muffled drum is beating, There's a sad and solemn tread. Our Banner's draped in mourning, As it shrouds th'illustrious dead. Proud forms are bent with sorrow And all Southern hearts are sore, The Hero now is sleeping, Noble Stonewall is no more. 'Mid the rattling of the muskets And the cannon's thund'rous roar, He stain'd the field of glory With his brave life's precious gore. And tho' our flag waved proudly, We were victors ere sunset, The gallant deeds of Chancellorsville, Will mingle with regret. | 2. They've borne him to an honor'd grave The Laurel crown his brow, By hallow'd James' silent wave He's sweetly sleeping now Virginia to the South is dear She holds a sacred trust Our fallen braves from far and near Are cover'd with her dust She shrines the spot where now is laid The bravest of them all The Martyr of our country's cause Our Idoliz'd Stonewall. But tho' his spirit's wafted To the happy realms above His name shall live forever link'd With reverence and love. |