Another ray of light hath fled, another Southern brave <br />Hath fallen in his country's cause and found a laureled grave- <br />Hath fallen, but his deathless name shall live when stars shall set, <br />For, noble Cleburne, thou art one this world will ne'er forget. <br /> <br />'Tis true, thy warm heart beats no more, that on thy noble head <br />Azrael placed his icy hand, and thou art with the dead; <br />The glancing of thine eyes are dim; no more will they be bright <br />Until they ope in Paradise, with clearer, heavenlier light. <br /> <br />No battle news disturbs thy rest upon the sun-bright shore, <br />No clarion voice awakens thee on earth to wrestle more, <br />No tramping steed, no wary foe bids thee awake, arise, <br />For thou art in the angel world, beyond the starry skies. <br /> <br />Brave Cleburne, dream in thy low bed, with pulseless deadened heart; <br />Calm, calm and sweet, O warrior rest! thou well hast borne thy part, <br />And now a glory wreath for thee the angels singing twine, <br />A glory wreath, not of the earth, but made by hands divine. <br /> <br />A long farewell-we give thee up, with all thy bright reknown, <br />A chieftain here on earth is lost, in heaven an angel found. <br />Above thy grave a wail is heard-a nation mourns her dead; <br />A nobler for the South ne'er died, a braver never bled. <br /> <br />A last farewell-how can we speak the bitter word farewell! <br />The anguish of our bleeding hearts vain words may never tell. <br />Sleep on, sleep on, to God we give our chieftain in his might; <br />And weeping, feel he lives on high, where comes no sorrow's night.<br /><br />Anonymous Americas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cleburne/
