| On, thou proud Robert Lee,
No longer you'll plow The deep river so free, With thy proud heaving prow. Thy beauty, thy splendor, Thy grandeur, thy fame, Have perished___and tender We handle thy name. Brave one of tho bravest, Brave captain, brave crew; Thy namesake the bravest Of all men that grew. No more on the river So glassy and smooth, Will float thou, no never, And o'er its deep move. How long you have traveled From the gulf to mid land; All others out-rivaled On the sweet silvered strand. Thy days now are numbered, Though thy name will e'er last; On the page it is numbered Of the immortal past. The flames have consumed thee, And laid thee awaste; But thy name, Robert Lee, It can never efface. __James A. DeMoss |
Kansas Zephyrs
James A. DeMoss
(Thayer, Kansas: ___. 1892)
Pages 36-37
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