Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword; His truth is marching on. I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps; His day is marching on. I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel: 5 IO He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat; In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, 1861. STONEWALL JACKSON'S WAY (BY JOHN W. PALMER) Come, stack arms, men! Pile on the rails, No matter if the canteen fails, We'll make a roaring night. Here Shenandoah brawls along, We see him now-the old slouched hat The shrewd, dry smile; the speech so pat, So calm, so blunt, so true. The "Blue-Light Elder" knows 'em well: 1862. Says he, "That 's Banks-he 's fond of shell; Silence! ground arms! kneel all! caps off! Attention! it's his way. Appealing from his native sod, In forma pauperis to God "Lay bare thine arm, stretch forth thy rod! Amen!" That 's "Stonewall's Way." 20 Whom, tho' the red Destruction lower, We know how he struck M'Clellan And Bully Pope sent flying Through the dim Manassas pines. All honour to the Chieftain With the calm undaunted mien, And the great broad soul serene! These nations shall be free, For the Red-Cross flag is borne aloft The Chieftain of our Chieftains, Virginia claims her son; But for the whole great Southern race For the blood of "Light Horse Harry" Burns in a larger soul, As true to the call of honour As the needle to the pole. As true! And who but loves him, The man to us so dear, Whom soil of base detraction Has never dared come near? Who keeps his lordly path unmoved 1862. AN INCIDENT OF THE WAR (BY M. W. M.) O'ercome with weariness and care, The war-worn veteran lay |