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Tho' he fell beneath their thousands, "Who that covets not his fame ?
Grand and glorious, brave and noble, Henceforth shall be Jackson's name.
Sons of freedom, can you linger,
When you hear the battle roar, Fondly dallying with your pleasures
When the foe is at your door ? Never, no, we fear no idlers,
Death or Freedom 's now the cry, 'Till the "Stars and Bars" triumphant
Spread their folds to every eye.
STONEWALL JACKSON'S WAY.
Found on the body of a sergeant of the Old Stonewall Brigade, Winchester, Va.
Come, stack arms, men! pile on the rails,
Stir up the camp-fire bright; No matter if the canteen fails,
We'll make a roaring night; Here Shenandoah brawls along, To swell the Brigade's rousing song
Of "Stonewall Jackson's way."
We see him now!—the old slouched hat
Cocked o'er his eye, askew— The shrewd, dry smile—the speech as pat—
So calm, so blunt, so true.