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SENTINEL SONGS: 5. THE CAUSE OF THE SOUTH, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: The fallen cause still waits
Last Line: Will echo from heart to heart
Subject(s): Peace; Southern States; South (u.s.)


THE fallen cause still waits, --
Its bard has not come yet,
His song -- through one of to-morrrow's gates
Shall shine -- but never set.

But when he comes -- he'll sweep
A harp with tears all stringed,
And the very notes he strikes will weep,
As they come, from his hand, woe-winged.

Ah! grand shall be his strain,
And his songs shall fill all climes,
And the Rebels shall rise and march again
Down the lines of his glorious rhymes.

And through his verse shall gleam
The swords that flashed in vain,
And the men who wore the gray shall seem
To be marshalling again.

But hush! between his words
Peer faces sad and pale,
And you hear the sound of broken chords
Beat through the poet's wail.

Through his verse the orphans cry --
The terrible undertone!
And the father's curse and the mother's sigh,
And the desolate young wife's moan.
. . . . .
I sing, with a voice too low
To be heard beyond to-day,
In minor keys of my people's woe;
And my songs pass away.

To-morrow hears them not --
To-morrow belongs to fame:
My songs -- like the birds' -- will be forgot,
And forgotten shall be my name.

And yet who knows! betimes
The grandest songs depart,
While the gentle, humble, and low-toned rhymes
Will echo from heart to heart




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