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A poem in honor of CSA memorial day (NC)

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  • the_southwasright
    CONFEDERATE MEMORIAL DAY Author Unknown The marching armies of the past Along our Southern plains, Are sleeping now in quiet rest Beneath the Southern rains.
    Message 1 of 2 , May 5, 2003
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      CONFEDERATE MEMORIAL DAY
      Author Unknown

      The marching armies of the past
      Along our Southern plains,
      Are sleeping now in quiet rest
      Beneath the Southern rains.

      The bugle call is now in vain
      To rouse them from their bed;
      To arms they'll never march again--
      They are sleeping with the dead.

      No more will Shiloh's plains be stained
      With blood our heroes shed,
      Nor Chancellorsville resound again
      To our noble warriors' tread.

      For them no more shall reveille
      Sound at the break of dawn,
      But may their sleep peaceful be
      Till God's great judgment morn.

      We bow our heads in solemn prayer
      For those who wore the gray,
      And clasp again their unseen hands
      On our Memorial Day.

      Author Unknown
    • cartshuttle2003
      Great poem. What do you think about these interviews on this new website gopradio.com?
      Message 2 of 2 , May 20, 2003
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        Great poem. What do you think about these interviews on this new
        website gopradio.com?

        --- In confederacyflagsociety@yahoogroups.com, "the_southwasright"
        <the_southwasright@y...> wrote:
        > CONFEDERATE MEMORIAL DAY
        > Author Unknown
        >
        > The marching armies of the past
        > Along our Southern plains,
        > Are sleeping now in quiet rest
        > Beneath the Southern rains.
        >
        > The bugle call is now in vain
        > To rouse them from their bed;
        > To arms they'll never march again--
        > They are sleeping with the dead.
        >
        > No more will Shiloh's plains be stained
        > With blood our heroes shed,
        > Nor Chancellorsville resound again
        > To our noble warriors' tread.
        >
        > For them no more shall reveille
        > Sound at the break of dawn,
        > But may their sleep peaceful be
        > Till God's great judgment morn.
        >
        > We bow our heads in solemn prayer
        > For those who wore the gray,
        > And clasp again their unseen hands
        > On our Memorial Day.
        >
        > Author Unknown
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