A Soldier Of Robert E. Lee
Author Unknown
‘Twas a bright summer morn and the beautiful sun
Shone out in splendor so grand,
And the sweet-scented violets were kissed by the dew,
With a blessing by Heaven’s kind hand.
On a steep mountain-side was a lone mound of clay,
O’er this grave stood a green willow-tree.
By some unsteady hand was a board rudely carved:
Rest Ye, soldier of Robert E. Lee.
To my eyes came sad tears as I gazed on that mound,
And my heart with sorrow was filled,
As my thought wandered back to the days long gone by,
And dear voices once heard, but now stilled;
Lying in this lone grave on the side of the hill
Rests a hero from all sorrow free;
But perhaps some poor mother awaits the return
Of this soldier of Robert E. Lee.
Calmly sleeps this brave soldier on Virginia’s dear shore,
And sweet birds sadly chirp o’er his mound;
But no sound of their music will e’er reach his ear,
Till God’s trumpet sweet music will sound.
On the great judgment-day, when heaven’s gates open wide
And God’s children from earthly cares flee,
A welcome will sound from the sweet pearly gates
For a soldier of Robert E. Lee.
For a cause he has given his true noble life,
For the sunny South’s honor he died;
And Virginia has claimed him-he now lies at rest
In a grave on the green mountain-side.
O dear martyred son in that grave on the hill,
Virginia has oft wept for thee,
As she wept when bereft of her two bravest sons,
George Washington and Robert E. Lee.
