| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 863. Stonewall Jackson |
| | | By Henry Lynden Flash |
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| NOT midst the lightning of the stormy fight, | |
| Nor in the rush upon the vandal foe, | |
| Did kingly Death, with his resistless might, | |
| Lay the great leader low. | |
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| His warrior soul its earthly shackles broke | 5 |
| In the full sunshine of a peaceful town; | |
| When all the storm was hushed, the trusty oak | |
| That propped our cause went down. | |
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| Though his alone the blood that flecks the ground, | |
| Recalling all his grand heroic deeds, | 10 |
| Freedom herself is writhing in the wound, | |
| And all the country bleeds. | |
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| He entered not the nation’s Promised Land | |
| At the red belching of the cannon’s mouth, | |
| But broke the House of Bondage with his hand— | 15 |
| The Moses of the South! | |
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| O gracious God! not gainless is the loss: | |
| A glorious sunbeam gilds thy sternest frown; | |
| And while his country staggers ’neath the Cross, | |
| He rises with the Crown! | 20 |
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