In the midst of the confederate dead
By repomen79
The field is silent dark and still. In the deep of a tragic night. Perhaps the blessed angels will. Have mercy on the sight. All men are of a single one, In the peace of a killing field. When desperate dying life is done, No glory is revealed. The trump shall fall on deafened ears, When the great blue beast has fed. And the dixie flower shed bitter tears. In the midst of the confederate dead. The lily shall bloom upon this hill, From a strange red morning dew. And the hearts of men shall know Gods will, When the sacrifice is through. For a time let darkness cover waste. And the moon light desolation. May the hopes of men be not debased. In the service of their nation. One nation, one imortal soul. From out of many one. From seperation once more whole. Their rebirth has begun. Will be the way, Though the way be long. And salvation ly ahead. Blessed be courage, It wll find no wrong. In the midst of the confederate dead.C2001 After the whirlwind Written January 2nd, 2002 © on Jan 02 2002 02:15 AM PST, Patric Patterson 0 • 1
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"The field is silent dark and still...."