Friday, April 17, 2009

To The Confederate Dead

In a small park in Charleston, South Carolina there stands a monument to Major Henry Timrod, C.S.A., (1829-1867) sometimes called "the Poet Laureate of the Confederacy." These words are engraved thereon:

Sleep sweetly in your humble grave
Sleep, martyrs of a fallen Cause
Though yet no marble column crave
The pilgrim here to pause.

In seeds of laurel in the earth
The blossom of your fame is blown
And somewhere, waiting for its birth
The shaft is in the stone.

Stoop, angels, hither from the skies
There is no holier spot of ground
Than where defeated valor lies
By mourning beauty crowned.

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

All of this talk in the MSM concerning autonomy and secession...your thoughts?

10:44 AM  
Blogger The Old Man said...

As a matter of personal policy, although I allow anonymous comments I do not respond to them. I do not debate, argue, or discuss unless I know who the hell I'm talking to, a policy I recommend to others.

1:45 PM  

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