He grasped my hand right heartily, The flush was on his cheek, And tears stood in his manly eyes, "He thanked me for all I had doneI know his every word— And then he took from round my waist, My tried and trusty sword. He said that I must give it him, For it had ne'er been raised, Save in the cause of libertyWith joy I was nigh crazed! "He gave me his own trusty blade, Ah! boy, that was a happy night, Who e'er deserved such heartfelt praise "I wore this blade all through the war, And when the storm was o'er, I kept it bright and free from rust, And when the clouds came down again I buckled on this blade again, And wore it through the fight. “And when the soft, sweet Southern breeze, From tropic regions far, Came laden with the clang of arms, And thrilling notes of war, I took the old sword from its place, "He bore it manfully and well It flashed o'er Palo Alto's plains, It never was laid down in shame, "Now, boy, I draw this sword again, Alas! that it must be, That I must count as foes the sons Of those who fought with me. My limbs are old and feeble now, I cannot wield this sword, and so "To-day I saw your noble chief,* "I'm thankful, boy, he'll lead you on To the wild battle-field, For his father's heart within him beats, And never will he yield. Stand by your Gen'ral to the last, Obey his every word, And yield your life before you dare "Now go, and do your duty, boy, You bear no craven's name, *General Robert E. Lee. And as you dread your grandsire's curse, Ne'er sully it with shame. And I, as long as life shall last, Within this bosom free, Will ask God's blessing on you-and A NATIONAL TRIO. HOLT-SCOTT-ANDERSON. HOLT. AN oaken strength has this curt Saxon name, Befitting well thy puissant manliness of will, Thou patriot-statesman, whose high deeds shall thrill Far future as the passing time, when Fame By lordship saved the storm-struck towering realm, Righting beneath thy swayful true command. SCOTT. Winfield thy prophet-parents called thee, Scott; ANDERSON. Glad lightning, on his myriad-footed steed, Poured on the nation's troubled heart such seed |