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TO THE BELOVED MEMORY OF MAJ.-GEN. TOM
GREEN.
By Captain Edwin Hobby.
In the land of the orange-groves, sunshine and flowers,
Is heard the funereal tread, And darkly above it, the war-cloud lowers, And a requiem swells thro' its orange bowers,
For the brave and noble dead ; Then trail'd be the banners in dust,
And muffled the martial drum, His sword in its scabbard shall rust ;
With their coming no more will he come— The earth has received to her bosom its trust— Ashes to ashes—and dust unto dust.
In the sunniest realm of that beautiful land, Where spring-time her festival's keeping,
Where the blossoms of summer in splendor expand,
By the camp-fire light there 's a sorrow bow'd band— Their leader forever is sleepirng:
Then plumed be their banners in black, And softly the bugle be blown.
No more shall he be welcomed back i /
By hearts that were twined to his own, 'Till the voice from the King on his throne
To the earth goeth forth, to giye up his trust—
Ashes to ashes, and dust unto dust. |
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