Confederate Memorial Day

Confederate Memorial Day 2015-10-03T17:37:48+00:00

The marching armies of the past
Along our Southern plains,
Are sleeping now in quiet rest
Beneath the Southern rains.

The bugle call is now in vain
To rouse them from their bed;
To arms they’ll never march again,
They’re sleeping with the dead.

No more will Shiloh’s plains be stained
With blood our heroes shed,
Nor Chancellorsville resound again
To our noble warriors’ tread.

For them no more shall reveille
Sound at the break of dawn,
But may their sleep peaceful be
Till God’s great judgment morn.

We bow our heads in solemn prayer
For those who wore the grey,
And clasp again their unseen hands
On our Memorial Day.