The Clopton Chronicles
A Project of the Clopton Family Genealogical Society
OUR CONFEDERATE DEAD!
By James R. Randall[1]
Unknown to me, brave boy,
but still I wreathe
For you the tenderest of wildwood flowers;
And o’re your tomb a
virgin’s prayer I breathe,
To greet the pure moon and the April showers.
I only know, I only care to
know,
You died for me – for me and
country bled;
A thousand Springs and wild
December snow
Will weep for one of all the
Southern dead.
Perhaps some mother gazes up
the skies,
Wailing, like Rachel, for
her martyred brave –
Oh, for her darling sake, my
dewy eyes
Moisten the turn above your
lowly grave.
The cause is sacred, when
our maidens stand
Linked with sad matrons and heroic sires,
Above relics of a vanquished
land
And Light the torch of sanctifying fire
And the cross of death is
o’er.
Where the Oriflamme is
burning
On the starlit Edenshore!
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[1]
War Songs and Poems of the Southern Confederacy, 1861-1865,
A Collection of the Most Popular and Impressive Songs and Poems of War Times,
Dear to Every Southern Heart, Collected and Retold
with Personal Reminiscences of the War by H. M. Wharton, D.D., p. 62