Paul Hamilton Hayne (Пол Гамильтон Хейн)
A Plea for the Gray
WHEN the land's martyr, mid her tears, Outbreathed his latest breath, The discord of long, festering years, Lay also dumb in death: Our souls a new-born friendship drew With spells of kindliest sway; At last, at last, the conquering Blue Blent with the vanquished Gray! Yet, who thro' this south-land of ours, While faith and love are free, But still must cast memorial flowers Across the grave of Lee? And oft their ancient grief renew O'er "Stonewall's" cherished clay? The heart that's pledged to guard the Blue Must honor still the Gray! O veterans of Potomac's flood, Or Vicksburg's lurid sky, Old passions may be purged of blood, Old memories cannot die! They fill your eyes with fiery dew, Revive your manhood's May, And past the bright victorious Blue, Bring back the stainless Gray! O martyrs of the desperate fight, All weak and broken now, With shattered nerves, or blasted sight, Frail arms and furrowed brow! What think ye of the patriot view Flashed on your minds to-day? Too old to don the prosperous Blue, Ye clasp your tattered Gray! From many a worn and wasted mound, And dust-encumbered clod, The voices of dead heroes sound, Rising from earth to God! "Our doom was dark, our lives were true, Ah! cast not quite away, What time ye hail the favored Blue-- Old dreams that crowned the Gray!" Can honor in his sacred grave Less fair and glorious be? Can faith on fortune's fickle wave, Change with the changeful sea? Beware lest what ye rashly do Should end in shamed dismay, And all pure champions of the Blue, Scorn traitors to the Gray!
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