A NOON-DAY DREAM.
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I saw a rock beside a distant sea, An altar with its white uprising flame.A solemn, silent group, they gathered there— Poor Pilgrims fleeing the oppressor's rod—And every knee was bent in breathless prayer, And every heart was lifted up to God.
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Now glides before me one whose noble face Is printed on each loyal Southern heart;Upon his warlike steed, with princely grace, Our own brave Lee bears out his noble part.A daring soldier grasps his bridle rein, His rough face clouded with an anxious fear;He lifts his hand again, and still again, And points in deep entreaty to the rear.
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Scarce had this vision passed, when whitely shines Young Pocahontas In her beauty wildThe storms that shriek among her native pines Are beating in the bosom of their child.Condemned to cruel, ignominious death, She sees her lover. At her father's feet
