How brilliant is the morning star;
The evening star how tender;
The light of both is in her eyes,—
Their softness and their splendor;
But for the lash that shades their sight,
They were too dazzling for the light,
And when she shuts them all is night,—
The daughter of Mendoza.
Mirabeau B. Lamar
May Twenty-Third
Great Chieftain of our choice,
Albeit that people’s voice
No comfort speaks in thy lone granite keep;
Through those harsh iron bars
There come back from the stars
Low echoes of the prayers they nightly weep.
William Munford
Jefferson Davis puts in irons at Fort Monroe, 1865
May Twenty-Fourth
Yet to all Americans it must be a regrettable chapter in our history when it is remembered that this man was no common felon, but a prisoner of state, a distinguished Indian fighter, a Mexican veteran, a man who had held a seat in Congress, who had been Secretary of War of the United States, and who for four years had stood at the head of the Confederate States.
Myrta Lockett Avary
(Davis in chains)
May Twenty-Fifth