A GEORGIA VOLUNTEER

A GEORGIA VOLUNTEER

Far up the lonely mountain side
My wandering footsteps led.
The moss lay thick beneath my feet,
The pines sighed overhead.
The trace of a dismantled fort
Lay in the forest nave,
And in the shadow near my path
I saw a soldier's grave.

The bramble wrestled with the weed
Upon the lowly mound.
The simple head board rudely written,
Had rotted to the ground.
I raised it with a reverent hand,
From dust in words to clear,
But time had blotted all but these....
" A Georgia Volunteer !"

I saw the road and scaly snake
From tangled covert start,
And hide themselves among the weeds
Above the dead man's heart.
But undisturbed, in sleep profound,
Unheeding there he lay.
His coffin but the mountains soil,
His shroud Confederate gray.

I heard the Shenandoah roll
Along the vale below.
I saw the Alleghenies rise
Towards the relms of snow.
The "Valley Campaign" rose to mind...
It's leader's name, and then
I knew the sleeper had been one
Of Stonewall Jackson's men.

Yet, whence he came, what lip shall say,
Whose tongue will ever tell
What desolated hoarths and hearts
Have been because he fell ?
What sad eyed maiden braids her hair,
Her hair which he held dear ?
One lock of which per chance lies withThe Georgia Volunteer !

What mother, with long watching eyes,
And white lips cold and dumb,
Waits with appalling patience for
Her darling boy to come ?
Her boy! Whose mountain grave swells up,
But one of many a scar,
Cut on the face of our fair land,
By gory handed war.

What fights he fought, what wounds he wore,
Are all unknown to fame.
Remember, on his lonely grave
There is even not a name.
That he fought well and bravely too,
And held his country dear,
We know, else he had ever been
A Georgia Volunteer.

He sleeps, what need to question now
If he were wrong or right ?
He knows, ere this, whose cause was just
In God the Father's sight.
He wields no war like weapons now,
Returns no foemans thrust...
Who but a coward would revile
An honest soldier's dust ?

Roll, Shenandoah, proudly roll
Adown thy rocky glen,
Above thee lies the grave of one
Of Stonewall Jackson's men.
Beneath the cedar and the pine
In solitude austere,
Unknown, unnamed, forgotten, lies
A Georgia Volunteer !

Author
Mary Ashley Townsend
( 1832 - 1908 )

Portrait Of

William Bond Prichard ~ C.S.A

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