Like victims of a midnight dream, JOSEPH BLYNth Alston. "ASHES OF GLORY." FOLD up the gorgeous silken sun, No trumpet's note need harshly blare- It lived with Lee, and decked his brow It sleeps the sleep of Jackson now, It was outnumbered-not outdone; Sleep, shrouded ensign !—not the breeze With death, across the heaving seas Not Arthur's knights, amid the gloom Not all that antique fables feign Can bid thee pale. Proud emblem, still Beyond the lengthened shades that fill Sleep, in thine own historic night,— A warrior's banner takes its flight A. J. REQUIER. THE CONQUERED BANNER. This is one of the many famous poems whose authorship has been in dispute. Simms, in his "War Poetry of the South," credits it to "Anna Peyre Dinnies, of Louisiana; and Longfellow's "Poems of Places" gives it as anonymous. But Father Ryan is unquestionably the author. It appears in the complete edition of his Poems (Baltimore, 1883), and he has written the editor of the present collection: "I wrote The Conquered Banner' at Knoxville, Tenn., one evening soon after Lee's surrender, when my mind was engrossed with thoughts of our dead soldiers and dead cause. It was first published in the New York Freeman's Journal! I never had any idea that the poem, written in less than an hour, would attain celebrity. No doubt the circumstances of its appearance lent it much of its fame. In expressing my own emotions at the time, I echoed the unuttered feelings of the Southern people; and so 'The Conquered Banner' became the requiem of the Lost Cause."] FURL that Banner, for 'tis weary, For there's not a man to wave it, In the blood which heroes gave it, Take that Banner down! 'tis tattered; Oh, 'tis hard for us to fold it, Hard to think there's none to hold it, Furl that Banner-furl it sadly; Swore it should forever wave Swore that foemen's swords could never O'er their freedom or their grave! Furl it!-for the hands that grasped it, For though conquered, they adore it- Now to furl and fold it so! Furl that Banner! True, 'tis gory, Though its folds are in the dust! |