{"id":7627,"date":"2021-11-09T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2021-11-09T06:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=7627"},"modified":"2021-11-09T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2021-11-09T06:00:00","slug":"gettysburg-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/gettysburg-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Gettysburg"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

From <\/em>The Times Dispatch, November 9, 1913<\/em><\/a>. By W. W. Bays.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

The Southern soldiers sallied forth,
    With Lee\u2014proud Paladin;
They\u2019d fight the \u201cNorth\u201d within the North,
    They would, they could but win.
The \u201cflower of the South\u201d were they,
    From chivalries of old;
Nor soldiery of any day
    Was cast in better mold.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

On old Potomac\u2019s shore they stood,
    Undaunted at the tide;
And, dreadless, plunged into the flood,
    And climbed the other side.
Each eye was lit with Southern fire,
    Each Southern spirit burned;
Their hot blood hurried in its ire,
    Their faces northward turned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The peaceful land of William Penn
    They sought, and soon they found;
Then shook the wood, the hill, the glen,
    With thunders all around.
The flaunting flags, the martial tones,
    Hark! Gettysburg, and see!
The cannon and the smoke\u2014the groans!
    A Southern victory!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The dawn! and ready for the fray,
    The Northern Lion stands;
The southern Tiger holds at bay,
    Whose bloody throat expands.
The Fed\u2019rals move, a thunderous roar,
    And Culp\u2019s contested height,
The Southrons\u2019 wrest; their volleys pour\u2014
    The vict\u2019ry theirs at night!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Another dawn! O, what a day!
    How fateful the event!
The desperate gamesters in the \u201cplay\u201d
    Have \u201cstaked\u201d a continent!
The Southron dares\u2014his all he risks,
    On \u201cSeminary\u2019s\u201d crest,
His miles of bristling basilisks
    Are massed for final test.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A thousand fiery-throated guns,
    Their deadly volleys pour;
But dauntlessly the Southern sons
    Descend amid the roar!
Adown the dell between the heights,
    And up\u2014to never stop\u2014
The charging corps now climbs and fights
    For \u201cCemetery\u2019s\u201d top!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Each line is raked with bomb and balls,
    But still the dauntless South,
With courage that not hell appalls,
    Hath reached the cannon\u2019s mouth!
With sabre and with bayonet,
    The fearless foemen fight;
They\u2019ll perish, but they\u2019ll ne\u2019er forget
    The cause they deemed as right.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Again, again the Southrons dash;
    Each line\u2019s a severed thread;
For in the horrid hail and crash,
    The gallant corps is dead!
The day is lost, the brave advance
    Hath died amid the shock,
And shivered is the Southern Lance,
    Against the Northern Rock!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Fell many a Northern brave today,
    Fell many a Southern son,
With wife and mother far away,
    And far the little one.
The Great Revolt, whose bloody sea
    Here rose to highest tide,
Began to ebb, and finally\u2014
    At Appomattox\u2014died.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The bloody day hath told the tale;
    The star-eyes up on high
Weep o\u2019er the thousands cold and pale,
    And mournful night-winds cry,
\u201cO why is this fraternal fray?\u201d
    And spirits of the dead,
In silent accents seem to say,
    \u201cThe \u2018why\u2019 no more be said.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Now, from this fateful aspect turn,
    And eye and mind release;
And enmity and hatred spurn
    For Brotherhood and Peace.
All hail our country\u2014\u2019tis but one;
    All hail, for her we live,
And to her host of heroes gone,
    All honor do we give.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

All hail today the men of Meade;
    All hail the men of Lee;
All hail\u2014whichever spelt the deed\u2014
    Defeat or Victory!
All hail, they meet! Brave veterans!
    Each other to embrace,
And with them\u2014all \u201cAmericans\u201d\u2014
    Love, Loyalty and Peace.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

From The Times Dispatch, November 9, 1913. By W. W. Bays. The Southern soldiers sallied forth,    With Lee\u2014proud Paladin;They\u2019d fight the \u201cNorth\u201d within the North,    They would, they could but win.The \u201cflower of the South\u201d were they,    From chivalries of old;Nor soldiery of any day    Was cast in better mold. On […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,20],"tags":[305],"class_list":["post-7627","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-newspapers","category-the-times-dispatch","tag-w-w-bays"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7627","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=7627"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7627\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7627"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7627"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7627"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}