UC-NRLF B 3 315 M1M LAYS a \ <s$ / vi I) c palmetto: A TRIHI TK TO THE SOUTH CAROLINA RE(JIMENT, IN TIIF. WAR WITH MKXICO BV W. <;ir.MOR SIMMS, KAQ. CHARLESTON, 8. C. JOHN I.US3ELL.236 KIN<; STREET. 1348. Harvard College library PER 24 1914 faff* J. B. XIXON, PRINTER ; No- 48 BROAD STREET. ADVERTISEMENT. TIIKRF, Hongs arc almost improvviaatlons, the outpour- in of n full heart, exulting in the valor and the worth, and lamenting the misfortunes and losses, of the gallant regiment, whoso ettroei thoy Htnik lo honor, Many of them wero written at the moment when tho event which they record, first reached the ears of the writer. They limy be rude, bul lhe> m wnmtit i tho lyro a! iho poet mny he want inn, 1 ml the feeling, which it flOUght to declare, can iufier from no such reproach. 442 Harvard Colh, F~R 2 ! f Gratia, LAYS OP THE PALMETTO. TNI: WELCOME or CAROLINA TO I ALMirrro REGIMENT. VVr.u OMF., thrir< wolcomo, mrn of tho Palmetto ! Your country rings out welcome from thn uteeploH Our canooa epcakfl your welcome, with our voices, Ami our full hearts. \V look with j>rido upon your little squadron, With prido that woops while voicing your full triumphu, Our tcar? flow iVerly for yoir pciiohM numlwrs, The brave who fell ! in. Green l>e their honors in our proudest annul H, Green be yur troplaofl in all changing fleaaon^ Freahon d by I^ove, that ntill records your valor, \mong our first. IV. Wo watch your first fell passage with the foeman When your light legions, through the Mcxic lancet, First bore the gay green banner of our people, At Vera Cruz. Wo follow with sad eyes your weary inarching O er plains of sand, to conquer Alvanvdo, While the dread Sun, still shooting tMlest arrows, Troubled your host. VI. \ our painful torin of weariness and walling Maddeit d to hour the strile ut Cerru (iordo, While v wore mink with sickneuH, nloxv recruiting , but wuuU. Then do we see yo inarching on Pueblo, It yiclda it gives no trophy to your valor, Taxing your }mticnco only, your forbearance, And not your xtrcngth. VIII. Hut noon the signal avlktl ye to Contreras Then do wo see yo Hiniiing, darting onward, Wherever foe man waited, or trump summon d. Your souls to strife. IX. How swept ye to the nght at Churubusco, How mow d ye down the legions of Valencia, How drove, and crush d, and captured, tho foul traitors, That joined our foe. x, There saw ye sink our Butler there, another t The gallant Dickir.son, too quickly followed, Both, at the hend of your advancing columns, Slain neath your eyes. XI. Ye wept, but quailed not ; saddened, yc were strength- ened, Fiercely to take sweet vengence on the legions, From whoso dread ranks the fatal missiles issued, That struck your brave ! XII. Oh! not unworthy of the bright example, Was the fierce lead of Gladden, when ye darted, Among the first, o er walls of that strong castle, Chapultepec ! XIII. Then followed tho last strife at La Garita, The gates of the proud city of tho Aztec, When, pressing through the aqueducts great aiches, Yc won the priie. 8 x*v, rjM, oVi- ihc rlty wall* \our Imimrr waving, I it -<t, oVr tho tnuiiplod !" your warrior* rut Fiixt, with your .-limit of triumph in th* hittl I iwt in our hcurlH. WeiCOflM), tlivir wolcomo, IIMH of tltn Pulm. ti.. W^ ll huv ye homo our luiMicr \vith tho liruv Ami Ittii^, a*ul prou lly, nhull our Country lnmur, Your il tMl. nf tiiliM . Till-: CAM. TO AUMS. * IU .. a-> lit CuUI- CAUUI.IMAMH, who luhei ll Uijrhts your irtB have Inuirht with MOH|, fcJeok yo now au oijuul inorit, Hv nil |nu! lou-.liltii.Ml , With n iiiuno rofjownM in story, "VUIbi- you, \vlu-re ull uro brV, Still to KiM k tho heights of lory, ThouU they unly yield a grave. 9 Hark ye, as ye hear the clarion, In the furrow leave the plough : Sons of Sumter, and of Marion, Sp?ed ye to the battle now ; Ye have fields of fame before ye, Such as joy d your pi res of old ; Ye can write as proud a story, >\ ith a stroke as sharp and bold. Hear the cry of Louisiana Lo ! our sons at Monterey ! Tennessee, too, waves her banner, Joyous In her deeds that day ; Shall they shame us, Carolinians, While a past so proud as ours, Waves us on, with eagle pinions, To a proof of eagle powers ! Never ! Be the spirit written, In each pager soul and glance ; We who braved Ihe steel of Britain, Will not heed the Meiic lance : To the field where glory beckons, Soaring high o er Aztec towers : He, who ot the danger reckons, In the fight, is none of ours ! 10 THIS IJATIIISIUNtJ. Tho spirit of the Innd, The mighty cry hath heard ; The trumpet <>! command, The forest deeps hulh niii r d ; A viM i on ()M> hill.,, And n voice i^ in thi> vulo, With a sound that nothing stills- ** Do not fail ! " Btlt it liccds lt<) Vitiri- (O U Ilk. It |I:M \viltl r V nj;o tt> 1akr, And it stir* \vith bolt nrtd hmnd ; Not in MitMon wrnth it cotiK^ Jiiki tho rhinjr of I|H< y\\\^ That ir summer noontide hum*, So6n to fail ! But with souls that long have striven, With a rising, rousing strength ; To whom mighty thoughts are given, Being mighty deeds at length ; Ye behold them on their path, And ye may not doubt the *aie, That a people right in wrath, Never fail ! 11 WAR SONG OF THE PALMETTO REGIMENT. Thin nf-ng wii written nnrt jnl.lhh-il wh lt* the Palmetto Rrnirnont n* t it* plnro of rpnilfzvrin, nrnr Cli.ulrton, j!it hrfure U* lepfirttirc for Mexico. I rcf <l not rcmimt tho reader how gi >ri<mly the Pnlntctt i<< t ul- rtilrd thr pfomise rmtninri| in tin- tirnt fr.nr lint of the ln ?crr. Now, wave the green Palmetto, And cheer tho glorious sign, That tells of many a victory, Your lathers v/on and mine ; They strove and struck together And we will strive as they, "While an arm can wield a weapon, And a foeman fills the way ! So wave the green Palmetto, Our Carolinian tree ; Our father* bore it through the fight, And BO, my boys, shall we ! Good limbs of Anglo-Norman, If they ll but wait the strife, We ll show these mongrel Mexicans. Though battling to the knife ; Good blood that, coursing freely, For twice two hundred years, Has given two mighty nations ^ To sway both hemispheres ! A keen wing to the rifle, A fleet spur to the steed, A shout to make the welkin ring, And we have done the deed ! 12 wave the green Palmetto, And when the fight is worst, We ll bear it on, through strife and .storm. Mong churning lines, the first :, We ll think of ancient vulor, When fields at home were won, When Marion made the focman skulk, And SunuVr made him run ! We ll think of friends and brothers, Whose h.-art.s with -triumph burn, And gentle maids, that look with tears, To welcome our return. FAREWELL OF THK PALMETTO VO! TEER. Tho avenue ace of the member* of tht- Palim-Uu iy thie! "ye*. Yoiuh tccking slury, n,ul.l:vrini! its^ll >vuy u- I. Now, flows the banner to the breeze, Now, sounds the trump that bids us go; The barque is ready on the seas, And we must speed to seek the fi>e; And never hearts more proudly yet, Went forth at Freedom ** trumpet cry: But ties we cannot well forget, Bring tears to many a manly eye. 13 n. We do not weep with human tears, With sense of danger, dark and dread ; The foe shall never see the tears, That fall upon a sister s head ; Behind the cottage door where Love, Stands waiting for the parting kiss, Tis there the deepest pang we prove, Where first we found the sweetest blias. in. Ah ! thither, when in fields of strife, Our hearts in fancy still shall fly ; There still, when struggling wild for life, Shall cling each fondest memory ; Perchance, even then, some earnest prayer Shall crown with peace our parting breath, And still the sigh of heart most dear, Shall bless the spirit freed by death. 14 THE MARCH TO ALVARADO. In this march, which WM rendered utinecewery by & gallant achi-\t jncnlot ihe Navy, the sufferings o! tito Palmetto BefUneal Wtr* v.-r %.. TothU has tw-eo traced the tcrribh; mortality which fuMn\vfl KM . Jch lamentably thinned their rank* bt-turu going Into b^ule. WKARY the march o er hot and stifling plains, Droops the green banner in the silent air ; No cooling spring, to soothe our burning pains, No sudden breeze, the languid heart to choer ; The fever swells and courses in our veins, Our comrade faints, who never yet knew fear ; Still we preus onward, while no lip complains, Oh ! for the strife, the strife ! to calm this deep d pair. ii. Better the battle with uncounted foes Than this oppressive sickness, this dread weight; Oh ! grief| to perish thus, without repose, Sinking along the way side, neath a fate That makes an obscure death the worst of woes, And the poor dying heart thrice desolate ; Denied on fields of strife the eve to close, Where pride and hope may still the pangs of deal} abate. "OH! SHARPER THE STING !N THE GRIEFS" On ! sharper the sting in the griefs that deplore him, That he fell not in battle where fame might be won, With the shouts of his comrades exultingly o er him, And the voice of his country proclaiming her son ; That with spirit as eager as any for glory, No bugle sang wild in his ears as he died, No drum beat the conquest, o er fields black and gory, Cheering life, as it fleets, with a promise of pride ! \ But siicnt and sod, with each image of sorrow, In the glooms of the camp, with disease at his heart; Still vainly he sighs for the glorious to-morrow, Which shall see his brave comrades to battle depart ; They \vill rush to the van when the storm cloud is rising, They will thrust the red steel to the heart of the foe, Clamber up his high places, his cannon despising, And pluck the bright honors of fame with each blow. While he, on his lone couch, still destin d to languish, Ncath a struggle that pleaies not pride to endure, Still moans o er the though*, full of bitterest anguish, That tells him even death can no triumph secure ; No impulse of fight the death agony smothers, No friends may exult while they weep o er his name, And the country that shouts o er the deeds of his brother*, Still forgets the poor victim that died without fame. 16 "OUR PLACE WITHIN THE PICTURE," Theae were the word* of Col. Butler, in ft letter to General \Vorto, m. ploring active service for the Palmetto Regiment. It had H-en their n fortune to low the opportunity at Orro Gordo, that buttle havlnp Wi foufht while they were on their inarch to Alvarudo,, or rtmlttaf Mt Yr Cruz. u Our place within tho picture," such place as oft, >i yore, The sires, whose names we cherish still, :n forwar-i manhood bore: A thousand hearts of hope we bear, that leap to uii a fame, As bright as that they let! to us, which hallows st i: thoir name: " Give us our share of canvas, too, that when our chil dren see, They ll say, as we have felt and said,." behold sue! sires have we ! " Our valor their inheritance our deeds a guide t their s, Framed in our nation s pictured life, and brightenin. still with years ! 17 n. Our place within tho picture that shows our nation s powers ; Our numbers few, a little space, is all we ask for ours ; But doubt not wo shall fill it well, nor faintly show through shade, CreuchM in (ho background basely still in doubtful light display d ; Our flag among the first to rise when fierce tho battle Our shout of battle first to shake the hearts of gather ing foes ; True to the name our father s gave, shall be our pride as sons, With a bright place in the picture, * near the flashing of tho guns." ** 18 "WE VE A RIGHT FROM ANCIENT VALOR. It WM the urgent entreiity of Lt. Col. Dickinson, embodied in the ! of Col. BuUer, to Gen. Worth, to " be near th-s Hnshinr of the gnns." 8mn Carolina iuif hi well claim "tho rtglii from ancient valor." " WE VE a right from ancient valor," To the chief, our Hero said, To be first in ranks oi danger, When the fiery bolt is sped ; Our soldiers pant for battle, As the war steed when he hears The shrill summons of the trumpet, And the cannon, at his ears ! The youth of my green banner, t Are no servile* bought with gold ; They d not lose the precious season For the India s spoil untold ; Still they murmur, gathering round me, " Who is he that danger shuns ? Let us seek the foe s strong places, Near the flashing of his guns !" u They have rights from ancient valor," And will make those rights their own ; They are children of the noblest, To our forest country known ; And the humblest of our people, Still remembering whence ho came, Will tight on, as if his valor, Were for Carolina s tame ! 10 THE BATTLE OF CONTRERAS. Dll they fuller <r fail at lh Tho Hon* whom lo battle wo sent, Wlu n the buglo rung out for the mlly, And the bright uteel for clunking wa bonl j WhtMi wilil niwn lltn ltrinU nf thr- (lyingf And uildor tho uliout of Hie Too, And our o\v,i jrullnnt HoMlvm n-plvln^, Sprnng ongirly forth to ihc blow ? II. Contrern^ t>\-n\\ n| nk for Owl marling, Wlion tH" blood of our MOII llowM n fi or*, AsthdntmwiH thnt Ump down from our mountain*, To a j \vlil^ rmlmico with the ea ; Ntl lht Hli<Mit v nor lh nhot, nonM nppnt thomi Nor iho fhork of n conflict BO new , Thus lautfht, Ihftt, whatnVr might bnfnl them, Thny rnunt still to their fathers bo true ! in. OH gallant and faithful n* over, We joy in a race lhat hat) t*uil, Frtiiti lh flrl of our fnrtunon and conquests Piovod tho worth of UN virtues and will; Still tnio to the flag floating o er them, To the courage that came from Ihe pant ; They tiled I bul how can wo Hrploro thorn, Thu coni|tioring ami tnio to th last t 20 THREE CHEERS FOR SOUTH CAROLINA. At the Palmetto R- C imnt was filing paM General arott, on iu nay tu t;, battle ftHil of Cuurutui&co, the veientu General raUcti his bat and cried u> his St&if Ueutleinca, three cheers tor South Carolina!" "TiiREK cheers for Carolina !" The gallant band that hears Well knows the mighty chief that speaks, - Will never shame those cheere ; They know the iron storm that waits Their eager march across the plain, But they will brave the worst of fates, To hear that hero s voice again, In cheers for Carolina ! ii. "Three cheers for Carolina!" What tale it tells, that cry, Of valor proved in other fields And names of chiefs that cannot die ! Of blood too often tried of yore, To leave a doubt that ;hese will seek WOFMC rields than valor knew before, That Fame shall still as proudly speak,. In cheers for Carolina ! 21 CHURUBUSCO. r. ; MRorr;n the gloomy night wo watch d while the rain \\IIH lulling last, And wo crouch M without a shelter in our dreary liivniiick ; \Vlber song nor supper cheer d us, and our blanket*, from tho blast, Were n rover ijuito a* idle as against the foe s attack ; ii;ix our hearts were full of fire and we panted for the dawn, When the struggle of Contreras should determine of the day; \nd our eyes at midnight straining, though the light was wholly gone, Still show d the crowded heights where Valencia * squadrons lay. n. The daylight found us wakeful with our toilets ready made, And, though we knew it not, with the )eds for many spread ; With the cartridge driven home, we unsheathed the eager blade, And were soon abroad where shrilly flew tho bullets round our head. We too had shot to send, and well lessoned in the play, By the practice of our boyhood, in the old Palmetto State. Each bullet had its mission, and It speeded on its way, Seldom needing second messenger to do tho work of fate.. S3 Mi. Our gaiiw was quickly ended ; tor we mow d tlio I nr down, A the hkllful reaper mow* the o er bunion *d fir!. groin; Dun NuU* did w e*|Himi, a. M! wo chimed Dun I roji)ii, Aiul r\ hout of other Don* did wu put hi ni<>, |> .-.tin ; Tl7 w h whipt hnforo \v, know if, nu.l n * up t, lici^htn wo Nprnn^, VVo puvi thoin Hiich u tihoiil us dlwIurhM t!n<ir MO!I<! - Hut muMuily wo hoanl where our (lituut \ MU \^ rtl , And we know that th biittlo wan not u holly < iv, There vero piaing ofChiiriilMisco, when*, with t\v. thoiiHriml mon, The ^risnterit Don of all, with hi log thftt |iml t iri wtniiiiff lor our army, IJU n ii gp| . j,i hi. j,, tt| Hut a den most wisely ehonen, to the very eyon Through noltU of laiulla^ cum, nud Ihruugh dllrl,- Wbero the nun Had been wtandiiitf rather longer than was K rat.-.- to the night, Ami uVr ti uolH of pe<tref;(it, which Htill put OUT fret , pnin, With u hobble now, and now a rush, we hurried the light. 23 v. There were works that we must master, where the starry ting we horo Had a late to h uplifted, and by hands that should^ bo ours ; Wo had names of home and fathers, dearl historicd And the single thought sufficed to awaken all our powers. Did they stand us ? could they stand ? when with blaz ing bolt and brand, O er the muzzle? of their cannon did our active le gions pour ? Soon we cross d their wild embrasures, and the com bat, hand to hand, Never Don or Savage yet with the Saxon could en. dure ! vi. We were into em, and over em, and through em, with a cry, That sent terror to their souls as their standard down we tore ; Their serpent in the beak of our eagie soaring high, Never felt in bed of cactus hah* so comfortless before. It had done you good to see what a scampering they made, Helter skelter, o er the plain, while each Polka as he flew, As if better taught in this, than in any other trade, Made the figure, with his coat tail, that we call the "fauvc qui pent." THIS DK.vril OF DDTLBH, N.Mi. Hili r.ml.l h*v boon mor ilorlout than thftt >! Bailor . M< kuutt, tail rtmn liui uu ;i4 at ttic. RlK tnl i mi -, ilni > lulling ftttho hcadul hli Hfgliut tU, alrvuily on Ui way to a fl< r tory. I, WHKN JJullor hoard the ni Tlial uhow d tin- tiuitlc niii, Tltntlgli TooUlit nil lii * ciuii lt In itiV, Hi* spirit nmuntcd lti,"li; Il buckled on IUM Ho mounted hin llu !" buul ho, Tin hero with you ut IHM ,!. ti. The Bignal run^ for buttle, Tlio voiro of Sliioliln nriio, . Limit moil oftlai Palmetto, Our foernoii round us close; Tho common lawn ot dun<;or, Would touch UH now to fly, Htit wo vo a bailor lossrui, To break through thorn ordielj 25 in. ** We re ready now !" cried Butler, Our men arc few but true ; Upon them, Carolinians, We ve but to dare and do! Then rang the fearful volley, Then came the fearful rush, Then rose the shout of triumph, And then the awful hush ! . IV * * He falls, the steed of Butler His master rose again; He falls, the gallant chief himself, But not among the slain. Once more he waves his banner, And leads his column on ; Then died, upon the glorious ground, His people s valor won t V.6 THE PALMETTO FLAG IN BATTLE. i. Five timee that flag went down arnid the fight, As often fell the form the staff who bore ; Stricken with a mortal hurt, but still with sight, Fix d ever whero its folds had flown before ! Five tiinen that flag row^ waving to tho *Ky, Borne up by bravest hearts that could not fear, I liiil. above the foe, triumphantly, Its folds went free to the delighted air, And the deep echoes of the field replied, To the faint cheer of those, who, seeing, died ! II. Oh ! banner, thus baptized in victory, Rent with tho storm of battle ; sacred blood, Hath made thee dear to our posterity, With others, waved on mountain and on flood ; Flag of the Eutaw ; flugby Moultrie worn, By ocean s side ; by Marion, in his deep Umbrageous realm of swamp ; by Sum*cr borne O er plain and mount, whereever wing might sweep, Or the sword gather harvest thou shait fly, With these, proud trophy, long, as honored and as high. 27 THE WIDOW OF THE WARRIOR. 1 had iartirulnrly in mind, while writing this And the <>nc which follows- tuo young t>rld< of Lt Col. Dickinson. I knew Dickinson wrll and served with him lu th- Legislature. He wa a proud, high rpirltcd gentleman, of noble anport and erect form ; and It was only a ahort time bo fore he left for Mexico, thitthc nec%me the husband of the fair, sweet woman who deplore* Ills lor;. I saw them toother, while he wan on his way to join his regi ment at Hamburg. How little did eh.\ how little did any of us, anticipate hta fate. How could the, beholding hi* youth, bis strength, his manly beauty regarding him through the medium of love and ho|e dream of a teniiination to abrupt to his career. They parted in tear*, but the sorroM , That spoke in that tender farewell, Was tinged with a hope that still brightcn d The hues of each drop as it fell ; For how could love dream of such meeting, Or that one who go lately was blest, Should lie coldly nor speak to her anguish. With her cheek pressing, pale, on hia breast ! H. She knew not one image of sorrow, When, at the first summons to strife, She saw him go forth in his beauty, The model of manhood and life ; Ah ! little the confident passion. That worshipped his beauty and grace, Ever dreamed of that manhood in marble, That coldly receives her embrace. 28 in. She clings to the bier, nor will listen While gazing on features so dear To the counsel that chides her entreaty, To tho sense that can never more heat ; Though her kindred aroud her arc weeping, Her love, still unwilling to part With the dear one again in her keeping, Still fancies a pulse in his heart* "AND WHAT, WHEN HIS COUNTRY. i. And what, when his country is loud in his glory, And the song of the minstrel is pour d in his praL- When the chionicle gives up its page to his story, And eloquence glows with his deeds into blaze ; What voice of the heart shall enliven her sorrows, Who sits by the lonely hearth brooding the past, When hope had its tale of a thousand to-morrows, Each happie>: than true love had render d the last. 29 n. Yes pride shall bo hers, that the heart whose devotion Brought love s sweetest solace to share with her own, Had a courage as firm in the battle s commotion, And a life which she shared with Ins country alone ; She will glow with tho voice that is loud in his honor, She will feel that its praises arc dear to his fame ; And the country whose need flung these sad weeds upon her, Shall atone by the tribute it brings to his name ! in. But vainly the song of the minstrel, deploring, Shall teach that forgetfulncss needed o er all ; And vainly the cry of our eagle up soaring Shall soothe the d 3ep sorrows that keep her in thrall ; E en the voice that repeats, of his deeds the proud story, Must enliven tho griefs it can never remove ; And the very same plaudit that rings with his glory, Shall teach but too truly his loss to her love ! c* YOUNG WKITFIELD BROOKS. Young Brooks of the EUltrlfch! Coui|ny, nhon dying of bin u appoaleu to General ShiHtU lor his testimony in tnvur f hi mn<!, it might be convey eil to Ms father and hi* country. Itwaattitt that Shields HIIS \vi-reil thu entreaty, grieving bittoly that a youth notl nhculd be cut olf ir the vory hour of iu vktury. I. " Tell me," cried the youth when dying, Tell mo that I do not shame, That dear land that gave me being And my father s honor d name ; Say, my General, that, in falling, I was seeking still the strife, Through the tempest unappalling, For their honor staking life." K. Then the gallant chiellain weeping, O er the dying youth, replied : 44 By these eyes that speak my sorrow, I shall speak your deeds with pride ; With the bravest, you have ever, Been where raged the battle most ; In jour fate, your country never Braver heart or champion lost." SI III. ** Ah ! the sting from death is taken ; * Then the dying youth replied " Heart of youth might well be shaken, Dying thus in strength and pride ; But, in death, I do not perish, With this sweet assurance won, That my sire and country cherish, Proudest memories of their son ! " OH ! STERN WAS THS VOICE OF THAT ANGUISH. In writing this littta poem, I had in my mind s ?<% the pnrtirn nr cases of mv old nnd excellent frit-mis Whittioid Broods, and General Cantey, both loners of younjr and promieinr *ons :u th" bailie field* of Mexico. They will nt, I mn iure, refuiolhis fnvblc tribute at my hand. Oh ! stern was the voice of that anguish that bade him, The greyheaded sire, look forth for his son ; And welcome the form, on Ms shield where they laid him, For whom his old heart had itn welcome alone; Yet no voice answered fond to th 1 ) cry of that feeling, The pride of the past, and its dream both revealing, That still to the ear of the dead one appealing, Declared, in the triumph, the hope that was gone ! 32 n. How prouji was that hope in the hour of their parting, When the young hero drew the sword (lashing lor fame ! No doubt in his soul, that the tears sudden starting, Could mingle the thought of that moment with blame ! Such pride, in the strength of his manhood, dispht) ing, As with sword and with sash hid fine person arraying His young soul in arm:*, not a moment delaying, To rush to tho battle rield seeking a name ! lit. To fears of the foe and the combat a stranger, His race hud been thus from their earliest hours, Fearful only of shame arid exulting in danger, As the mother of deeds and the nurse of their power?: Alas ! but too fondly the conquest pursuing, He rusVd uj> the heights where the storm cloud \va browing ; But though stricken down by the red bolt of ruin, His hand waved his flug o er the enemy s towers. IV. In his triumph ho fell, in a strife that was glorious, The iirst on the ramparts where conquest was won; He knew, ere he died, that his flug was victorious, And his dying shout cheer d his brave followers on; And his old sire glows with the glowing narration, And his kindling eye gleams with the praise of the na tion, But, with night, he forgets all the glorious ovation, And in dreams he is calling, "my Son ! O ! my Son!" 33 HEAD 01- THE FORLORN HOPE. ... mnrtli1wtothPlnn<lnr of* Forlorn for*, t n h rnf,* lv from po-tr-flty, Onltnnrllr. hr> |orlhp. It Utn (M fill! f iB- int hi* ! . r.llrMPd U fntc, thnt hr tnr.U forth ^na <>rtm Win- >ir MrrMeM. Vt. how Mltiom U ho romomWrc i hi* nnmfl. prrhnn*, ilrvrnflven, nn<UII tho glory for which he hn tMlkmMf yli-iard iiiiM>lfM drMli, forth* Mfcty f tlw IMt, morci-J In tho tingle Rrrat HIM- Hint roiniiinnitu th army. I IIB vr j* whuh nillu* ! rmhrr icnl t<i d^Uru H-hil Im dvMivei, UIMH hi lwlow Ui^iiH Pd, for whkh hl . -. lli.li a- nil. U nin.l. . |)o not forpftt, whon loud the cannon pealing, IviullH in il.in^iTN pitbl itiiJ viulurloM wm, How forth hn uprnntf, whn denth around wa dealing His fuarful shafts, your own unhonorod son I Tho humblo name, the undistinguished lation f rii"ii?ln-tl, unpluuitfd, Jrclurti tut lu|e orftti i)oath might S.MMUV n tnoincnU approbation, Rut whoro the laurels lor that lowly name ? n. Yet, with the single, motive of a spirit, To whom .ho sight of danger hath its charms,- With active impulse, thoughtless of tho merit, Ho hears with joy the combat s iterce alarms; I It- am but to uituwor, when, noriflcu H, To sock an J bravo tho danger, camo tho call For the adventurous few, to make the crisis, And, with furlornett hope, to dio for all t 94 in. Ilonor d for aye, the heart so well devoted, Though lou !y be the simple name he bears ; Still be his memory in our annals noted, Though cypress be the mournful wreath he wears Dcalh found him first the angry torrent heading, Careering o er the summits of the (be, Hopeless himself, the way for others leading, For whom the column soars, the laurel* blow* THE RETURN OF THE PALMETTOS. i. WHERE move the gay Palmetto s, That late went forth in pride, Glorious in strength and stature, Brave goul d and eagle eyed ? l*o !_wi:n and few returning, The relics of that band, That bore our gay green banner, In gladness through the land! n. How nro their mighty fallen. On loA(c*t plnco* 8Jn;n, AM hearing up that ensign bright They ne-or bear ngaiu ! They won their crowns of laurol Thrice, ilyed in bloody rtrile, A wreath of bloom unliuling Hut paid for i( with lifi t Their country *H joy IN H ]iadow*d v \n they who won tho fiold, Hoar nought of our rojoicing, Kach silont on his h!old ; Alovo tho noino of shouting, I^o ! woman * wnil in hoard, Kach, in her homo of mourning, Above tho form prcfer d. IV. The wifo of Ken.haw sorrows, The widow o er her slain ; And maids of Edgefield languish, For youth beloved in vain ; While Barn well s matron bending Above tho cottage loom Still stains tho woof with weeping, Her first born a early doom f 36 THE DIHGE OF THE PALMETTO. Oh! mournfully O ! very mou.-nfully, Sound the returning bugles ; we have won ; ~ But in the shout that tells our victory. Ring* the sharp death-shriek of each gallant son It riaeH o er the tumuli of the field,- It stays the shout of triumph ; we deplore, That, to the (ind ot Battles, we mu *t yield, The brave, who to the light shall go no more ! Mournfully ntill, O ! very mournfully, The clarion s sudden plaint, the bugles faint reply ! They were among our noblent with the fire Of gt neroiiH youth still bounding in each heart "We Haw them hurry forth with keen desire, lluming for glory, eager to depart ; They bore aloft the ensign of our name, The (lug made fumoiiN by o lr hirtu of yore, And, a the) vow d, they frenhen d it with fame, Though to tbc battle they shall go no more ! Mournfully still, O ! very mournfully, The iiuisio that declares their death in victory ! 37 WELCOME TO THE VOLUNTEER Thi* MIDI; wan originally written, at the request of th Washington lv?ht Infantry, as a welcome to Capt. Rinndinof the Charfm(nn Compa ny. I hart made a alight variation in a single verse, no an to render it application foneral to the returnlni officers and toldier* of the Pal metto Rririmn.t. I. A welcome? to oir brother, Home-returning from the strife, He hath nobly won his laurels, In the field? that peril d life ; He hath sought the front of battle, He hath borne him as became A true son of Carolina, Awl our people s ancient fame. CHORUS. Thrice welcome to our brother, With a shout of three times three Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah, hurrah, hurrah ! Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah, hurrah ! M ii. W have welcomes for our brother, From thu dopth of heart* thiit ft ol, Thai hi own, in p m > or conflict, Iluth boon over true an teol f llv hi truth and lovo ho won UN, Till we gave him spear and shield, And hi bring* them undixhonorM, With now trophies, from the field. in. OVr the plains of t hurubusco, We behold him u* ho goo, With our gullttiit guy I ulmottoft, O er the heudri of humbhul foon 4 At Ch*puHepcc*i grim castle, At ControriiM. und n well Through the throe* ot La (inrita, When the Aztec eity fell ! IN. Thruie welcome tc our brother, TluiM in jK-aco and buttle tried ; JHe huth crowiud our name with honor, And we npeak his name with pride ; Though iu tteldh of foreign diuigor, Through loii| season-i ho iuuy n-au, In our hearts, no more u etrun^er, lit) olmll still Hud " \volcomo homo f " 39 WELCOME TO THE CHIEF. Thin son* wag written nt the time when General Shields was about fceromc the guest of the city of Charleston. K Open your pates, gay city, with a clang Of martial gong and trumpet, and a fire, Such as on plains of Chunibusco rang When your own forward sons went forth in ire ; Give voices to your hearts, that, when he hears, His heart shall whisper these are brethren all, Of those who followed mo with bended spears, When Mexico was stooping to her fall ; When, at Chapultepcc, we crush d her powers, And stormM, through all her gates, our way to Aztec towers. n. Oh ! these are glorious memories which are best Treasur d, when thus ye welcome home the brave ; Thus keep ye shrined, within each martial breast, The glory of f he gallant sons ye gave ; So honor ye the children of your care, Who thus go forth in confidence and pride, Secure that love shall ever deck th-3 bier, Of those who welcome battle AS a bride ; Nor, in the mournful tribute o er their graves, Forget the homage due that welcomes living braves. 40 PALO ALTO AND RKSACV DK LA PALMV Till, lyric wM|,r*p.ro<i forth, fourth of Jul>" C.Uhrtlloo lmrlbtly mcctJin* (hu two battle* !H>V iwnUuni d. I. Now while our cup arc flowing With memories bom to bloom, And filial hand* are throwing Their wreatha o er valor * tomb ; While Up* exulting whout the praino Of hero of the pant that Htood, Triumphant, mid old Moultrio s blaze, And proiwl in Kutuw 1 * lU ld of blood; ll not forgot tho nulluiit It uiu, That litla our imtn in Mnxic war, On cup tor Pulo-AUodmiu, cheer for Piiliiia Hesuca ! ii.* For Taylor "Rough and Heady," True son of tniest *iroH ; For May, who, swift and steady, Trod down La Vogtt n firoa ; Fi>r all who in that day of Htrifo, Maintaiu d in pride the ^tripes and stars Th^ dead, who won immortal life, And they who iivo for other war ; For thone, ^ho, with their victory, New wrjathH to grace our laurel bring, A Wuhh that drjiir, tho <>blet dry, k cheer that makes the welkin ring ! 41 HI. Nor, though even now wo falter, With thoughts of thoso who died. And, at our festive altar, (Jrow silent in our pride, Yet in the heart s most holy deep, Fond memory shrines the happy brave, Who in the arms of battle sleep By Palo s wood and Bravo s wave f Nor in our future deeds torgot, Shall silent thought forbear to bring, Her tribute to that sacred spot, Where Kinggold s gallant soul took wing. IV. Fill to our country s glory, Where er her flag is borne ; Nor, in her failing story. Let future ages mourn ; Nor lot the envious foreign foe, Rejoice that faction checks her speed, Arrests he-.- in the indignant blow, And saddens o er the avenging deed ! Fill high, though from the chrystal wave, Your cup, and from the grape be mine : The marriage rites, that link the brave To fame, will turn each draught to wine. 42 THE CAPTIVE TEXIAN. Thi* trifle U little more thr.n a PH H>>- anon " Tim C.tptlve Knigut " i.> MM. If email! . The mimic of the on will unit the other piece, and the IUCA! interest which attaches to r sung, will probably commend U to tin- reader * preference. 1. Tis the trumpet s glorious strain f They wind in pride neath the Mexic tow r, That northern host, in its pomp and pow r. With an army s banner d train ; Sound again, clarion ! clarion wild and ahrill,- Sound ! let the captive hear thy music still ! n. I live in thy lofty note ! I had dtem cl my brethren s lances gone, The pomp of war, and the martial tone, And plumes to the winds that float ; Sound again, clarion ! clarion wild and shrill, Sound ! let the captive hear thy music still ! in. And here, in my heavy chain, I had wept as I saw them sweeping by ; I deem d they had left me here to die, Afar from the battle plain ; Sound again, clarion ! clarion wild and shrill, Sound ! let the captive hear thy inuft still ! 43 IV. They rise on my sight once more Like the rush of wind* when the billows dash, The brave steeds hurry, the bright swords clash. And they seek my prison door ! Sound again ( clarion ! clarion wild and shrill, .Sound ! let the captive hear thy music still. They have cnish d the Mcxic train They ve broken the captive s bonds at length, His limbs are free, and he feels his strength, - And leaps to his steed again ! Sound again, clarion ! proudly pour thy blast ; Sound ! for the Texian Chief is free at last ! THE GALLANT BARQUE. Our country is a gallant barque, And gallant seamen man her ; The Eagle s spirit makes her flight, The Eagle s wing her banner ; Where Heaven unfolds its boundless blue, Where winds and wavoa can bear her, Her voice in thunder speaks to realms, That bating, still must fear her ! 44 n. From thirty Empires link d in oue, 3he takes her strength and glory, And makes a progress neath the sun, Mo.-t like a a unlike story ; In peace she grasps the strength of war, In war, her passion ever, Is still to javo f:v:rt foes who fain, Would peace and freedom sever. HI. Thus, with the giant s might endow d, No giant will degrades her ; Ot strength and wisdom justly proud, No injured rep 1m upbraids her ; She heeds no mock of fo. s who hate, Hut steers with progress steady ; For those who hail with cheers elate, For those with curses ready. IV. Oh ! gallant barque, if ever thus, Thy path in right pursuing, No hostile hate can rear the rock, Or wave, to work thy ruin ; The seas shall own thy progress wide, The realms of earth thy glory, And, with his daily march of pride, The nun shall write thy story. 14 DAY USE REimN TO DESK FROM WHICH BORROWED LOAN DEPT. IRCULATIO LD 2lA-60m-3, 65 (F2336slO)476B General Library University of Cahforn* Berkeley Syracuse, N. Y. i, Calif. U.C. 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