There, 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!
MUSIC IN CAMP
Two armies covered hill and plain, Where Rappahannock s waters Ran deeply crimsoned with the stain Of battle s recent slaughters. The summer clouds lay pitched like tents In meads of heavenly azure; And each dread gun of the elements Slept in its hid embrasure. The breeze so softly blew, it made No forest leaf to quiver; And the smoke of the random cannonade Rolled slowly from the river. And now, where circling hills looked down With cannon grimly" planted, O er listless camp and silent town The golden sunset slanted. When on the fervid air there came A strain now rich, now tender; The music seemed itself aflame With day s departing splendor.
