POEMS
By:
Joyce Nunn Shumate, President
Elizabeth
Cain Musgrove Chapter, #1929
United
Daughters of the Confederacy
Lest
We All Forget
From
out of the fog and mist at dawn,
A
call is heard faint and low,
An
eerie, lonesome, pleading sound,
Amid
the crosses in a row.
Who
calls to me from within the mist?
I
can not see your face.
"'Tis
I, a soldier who wore the gray,
And
of death did taste.
You
can not see me with your eyes,
"'Tis
with your heart you see,
For
eyes sees only human form,
But
the heart, now it sees me."
Why
call to me so faint and low,
What
do you want of me?
"Tell
of those who wore the gray,
Those
who fought with Lee.
Husbands,
fathers, brothers, sons,
Who
rallied to the call,
Nary
giving it a second thought,
Willingly
gave their all.
The
boys too young to taste of death,
The
men too old to fight,
Mothers
and wives who cried and prayed,
Far
into the night.
Tell
of those who fell for the cause,
And
we know not where they lay,
Tell
of those who marched to the North,
And
are buried along the way.
Tell
of those who came home again,
Battered,
ragged and sick,
Tell
of the flag they fought to defend,
Bravely,
honorable and quick.
Tell
of the cause for which they fought,
The
brave Confederate Vet,
Carry
this message to one and all,
Lest
they all forget."
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