Stedman and Hutchinson, comps. A Library of American Literature:
An Anthology in Eleven Volumes. 1891.
Vols. IX–XI: Literature of the Republic, Part IV., 1861–1889


By John Randolph Thompson (1823–1873)

[Born in Richmond, Va., 1823. Died in New York, N. Y., 1873. The Southern Amaranth. Edited by Sallie A. Brock. 1869.]

TO the brave all homage render;

Weep, ye skies of June!

With a radiance pure and tender,

Shine, O saddened moon;

“Dead upon the field of glory,”

Hero fit for song and story,

Lies our bold dragoon.

Well they learned, whose hands have slain him,

Braver, knightlier foe

Never fought ’gainst Moor or Paynim—

Rode at Templestowe:

With a mien how high and joyous,

’Gainst the hordes that would destroy us

Went he forth, we know.

Nevermore, alas! shall sabre

Gleam around his crest;

Fought his fight, fulfilled his labor,

Stilled his manly breast;

All unheard sweet nature’s cadence,

Trump of fame and voice of maidens;

New he takes his rest.

Earth, that all too soon hath bound him,

Gently wrap his clay!

Linger lovingly around him,

Light of dying day!

Softly fall, ye summer showers;

Birds and bees, among the flowers

Make the gloom seem gay.

Then, throughout the coming ages,—

When his sword is rust,

And his deeds in classic pages—

Mindful of her trust

Shall Virginia, bending lowly,

Still a ceaseless vigil holy

Keep above his dust.