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The following poem, entitled GLORY IN THE MORNING MIST, inspired by an actual experience of Mrs. Autry's great-grandmother in Moore Co, TN in 1863, was first used on May 16, 1998 at the Confederate Cemetery memorial service in Resaca, GA.

 

 

GLORY IN THE MORNING MIST

by Eunice Jones Autry

 

Strangely awakened in the early predawn

My eyes to the window are suddenly drawn

 

As I climb out of bed not fully awake

I feel the floor tremble, my knees begin to shake

 

I go to the porch to stand and look around

Then out in the woods I hear a faint sound

 

In the ghostly morning mist, I hear soldiers coming

Marching in columns to the sound of distant drumming

 

Onward they come with faces gaunt and proud

Marching out in the mist with the fog as their shroud

 

With banners held high in first rays of light

With honor and faith in their cause will they fight

 

They go forth to battle, as hundreds pass by

Knowing some will have glory and some are to die

 

Onward and onward in the thick morning's haze

Banners flying bravely as they pass by in waves

 

As the sun rises higher on the ghostly shadows

Out of the woods and across through the meadows

 

Ever marching with pride, in their heart is no fear

Knowing surely, for some, that death may be near

 

For Home and for Country, determined they go

With honor and loyalty in their gaunt faces show

 

I fall to my knees, hand clasped to my head

For the noises I'm hearing fills my heart with dread

 

The roaring of guns makes a sound much like thunder

With eyes filled with tears, I kneel there and wonder

 

Oh! What is their fate on this morning of glory

Will they live, will they die, who will tell their story?

 

That in the morning's mist with banners so proud

How they went forth to battle with the fog as their shroud

 

We must honor them always, tell our children their story

How bravely they died on that morning of glory

 

In honor they fought for a cause which was right

Defended their land, with their lives, with their might

 

We must not forget the price they did pay

In love and in honor we salute them today

Copyright July 1997

 
 

 

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