THE REBEL’S DREAM.

By A. F. Leovy. Music by Ch. Reisner.

Permission of A. E. Blackmar, New Orleans.

Softly in dreams of repose,
A vision so pure and so sweet,
Shines on a soldier’s sad soul,
While his flag lies so low at his feet;
Softly an angel is seen,
Who saddens the spot with a sigh,
Swiftly the banner is raised,
And borne to bright realms in the sky.
Soft music from heavenly choirs,
Resounds from that paradise shore.
Oh! how sweet to the dreamer’s light heart,
He sees his brave comrades once more.
His banner now floats o’er the blest,
And shimmers in heaven’s pure air;
A voice from its folds is now heard,
Jackson prays for the flag that is there.

The soldier awakes from his dream.
Oh! that his sorrows were past,
Beyond the bright stars and the sky,
There’s a home for the weary at last,
The gleam of some paradise joys,
Will greet him in heaven’s pure air,
O the heroes who perished for right,
How sweet to rejoin them all there!

PRO MEMORA.

By Ina M. Porter, of Alabama.

Air—“There is Rest for the Weary.”

Lo! the Southland queen emerging,
From her sad and wintry gloom,
Robes her torn and bleeding bosom,
In her richest Orient bloom.
Chorus.—(Repeat first line three times.)
For her weary sons are resting
By the Eden shore;
They have won the crown immortal,
And the cross of death is o’er!
When the oriflamme is burning,
On the starlit Eden shore.

Brightly still in gorgeous glory,
God’s great jewel lights the sky;
Look! Upon the heart’s white dial,
There’s a shadow flitting by.
Chorus.—But the weary feet are resting, etc.
Homes are dark and hearts are weary,
Souls are numb with hopeless pain;
For the footfall on the threshold
Never more to sound again!
Chorus.—They have gone from us forever,
Aye, for evermore!
We must win the crown immortal,
Follow where they led before,
Where the oriflamme is burning,
On the starlit Eden shore.
Proudly, as our Southern forests,
Meet the winter’s shafts so keen;
Time-defying memories cluster,
Round our hearts in living green.
Chorus.—They have gone from us forever, etc.
May our faltering voices mingle,
In the angel-chanted psalm;
May our earthly chaplets linger,
By the bright celestial palm.
Chorus.—They have gone from us forever, etc.

Crest to crest they bore our banner,
Side by side they fell asleep;
Hand in hand we scatter flowers,
Heart to heart we kneel and weep.
Chorus.—They have gone from us forever, etc.
When the May eternal dawneth
At the living God’s behest,
We will quaff divine Nepenthe,
We shall share the soldier’s rest.
Chorus.—Where the weary feet are resting, etc.
Where the shadows are uplifted,
’Neath the never-waning sun,
Shout we Gloria in Excelsis!
We have lost, but ye have won!
Chorus.—Our hearts are yours forever,
Aye, for evermore!
Ye have won the crown immortal,
And the cross of death is o’er,
When the oriflamme is burning
On the starlit Eden shore!