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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=37952" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On the Shores of Tennessee</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Move my arm-chair, faithful Pompey,<br> In the sunshine bright and strong,<br> For this world is fading, Pompey,—<br> Massa won't be with you long;<br> And I fain would hear the south wind<br> Bring once more the sound to me,<br> Of the wavelets softly breaking<br> On the shores of Tennessee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Mournful though the ripples murmur,<br> As they still the story tell,<br> How no vessels float the banner<br> That I've loved so long and well;<br> I shall listen to their music,<br> Dreaming that again I see<br> Stars and Stripes on sloop and shallop<br> Sailing up the Tennessee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"And, Pompey, while old Massa's waiting<br> For Death's last dispatch to come,<br> If that exiled, starry banner<br> Should come proudly sailing home,<br> You should greet it, slave no longer;—<br> Voice and hand shall both be free<br> That shout and point to Union colors<br> On the waves of Tennessee."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>"Massa's berry kind to Pompey;<br> But ole darky's happy here,<br> Where he's tended corn and cotton<br> For 'ese many a long-gone year.<br> Over yonder Missis' sleeping,—<br> No one tends her grave like me;<br> Mebbe she would miss the flowers<br> She used to love in Tennessee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"'Pears like she was watching, Massa—<br> If Pompey should beside him stay;<br> Mebbe she'd remember better<br> How for him she used to pray;<br> Telling him that way up yonder<br> White as snow his soul would be,<br> If he served the Lord of heaven<br> While he lived in Tennessee."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Silently the tears were rolling<br> Down the poor old dusky face.<br> As he stepped behind his master,<br> In his long-accustomed place.<br> Then a silence fell around them,<br> As they gazed on rock and tree<br> Pictured in the placid waters<br> Of the rolling Tennessee;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Master, dreaming of the battle<br> Where he fought by Marion's side,<br> When he bid the haughty Tarleton<br> Stoop his lordly crest of pride;<br> Man, remembering how yon sleeper<br> Once he held upon his knee,<br> Ere she loved the gallant soldier,<br> Ralph Vervair, of Tennessee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Still the south wind fondly lingers<br> 'Mid the veteran's silvery hair;<br> Still the bondsman, close beside him<br> Stands behind the old arm-chair.<br> With his dark-hued hand uplifted,<br> Shading eyes, he bends to see<br> Where the woodland, boldly jutting<br> Turns aside the Tennessee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Thus he watches cloud-born shadows<br> Glide from tree to mountain crest,<br> Softly creeping, aye and ever<br> To the river's yielding breast.<br> Ha! Above the foliage yonder<br> Something flutters wild and free!<br>"Massa! Massa! Hallelujah!<br> The flag's come back to Tennessee!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Pompey, hold me on your shoulder,<br> Help me stand on foot once more"<br> That I may salute the colors<br> As they pass my cabin door;<br> Here's the paper signed that frees you,<br> Give a freeman's shout with me—<br> 'God and Union!' be our watchword<br> Evermore in Tennessee."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Then the trembling voice grew fainter,<br> And the limbs refused to stand;<br> One prayer to Jesus—and the soldier<br> Glided to that better land.<br> When the flag went down the river<br> Man and master both were free,<br> While the ringdove's note was mingled<br> With the rippling Tennessee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ethel+Lynn+Beers">Ethel Lynn Beers</a> from <i>War Pictures</i><div class=q>
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