Stonewall Jackson


Mortally wounded at Chancellorsville! May, 1863

THE Man who fiercest charged in fight,
  Whose sword and prayer were long—
  Even him who stoutly stood for Wrong,
How can we praise? Yet coming days
  Shall not forget him with this song.
Dead is the Man whose Cause is dead,
  Vainly he died and set his seal—
  Earnest in error, as we feel;
True to the thing he deemed was due,
  True as John Brown or steel.
Relentlessly he routed us;
  But we relent, for he is low—
  Justly his fame we outlaw; so
We drop a tear on the bold Virginian's bier,
  Because no wreath we owe.


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