Ashby
By John Randolph Thompson�(1834-1894) |
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TO the brave all homage render;
Weep, ye skies of June!
With a radiance pure and tender,
Shine, O saddened moon;
"Dead upon the field of glory,"
Hero fit for song and story,
Lies our bold dragoon.
Well they learned, whose hands have slain him,
Braver, knightlier foe
Never fought 'gainst Moor or
Paynim�
Rode at Templestowe:
With a mien how high and
joyous,
'Gainst the hordes that would destroy us
Went he forth, we know.
Nevermore, alas! shall sabre
Gleam around his crest;
Fought his fight, fulfilled his
labor,
Stilled his manly breast;
All unheard sweet
nature's cadence,
Trump of fame and voice of maidens;
Now he takes his rest.
Earth, that all too soon hath
bound him,
Gently wrap his clay!
Linger lovingly
around him,
Light of dying day!
Softly fall, ye summer
showers;
Birds and bees among the flowers
Make the
gloom seem gay.
Then, throughout the coming ages,�
When his sword is rust,
And his deeds in classic pages�
Mindful of her trust
Shall Virginia, bending lowly,
Still a ceaseless vigil holy
Keep above his dust. |
By
John Randolph Thompson (1834-1894)
Listed March 20, 2013
This poem honors Turner Ashby, Jr. (1828-1862) a
Confederate cavalry general in the American Civil War.
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