Jackson
We will rear for him the sacred fane,
Who had a nation's tears;
No greater name is enwreathed with fame
Than the one our Jackson wears.
He was the idol of our hearts.
The champion of our cause;
He battled nobly for our rights,
And gained the world's applause.
Our hearts were filled with gladness,
At the victories that he won
From Manassas to the Wilderness--
No cloud could dim his sun.
He cared for all with gentleness
He shared their common fate;
In cold and heat and weariness,
His goodness made him great.
The sun grew red with sorrow
O'er Fredricksburg that even,
For on that sad tomorrow
His last command was given.
In future years will linger
Our youth beside his tomb,
And tell with pleasing wonder
The fields his valor won.
At rest beyond the river,
His marchings now are o'er;
By the tree of life forever,
He dreams of strife no more.
written by Ruth Clifford
appearing in the CONFEDERATE VETERAN MAGAZINE July 1893