Stillness at Appomattox
A couple of weeks ago, on my way back from Mechanicsville, I stopped by Appomattox. The afternoon was quiet and still.
In the little cemetery, the graves of the unknown soldiers were marked with flags.
Near the cemetery was a huge oak whose shadow stretched onto some of the graves. Was this tree a sapling during the War? Or had it not yet sprouted?
Beneath Virginia's sunlit skies,
Where oaks their shadows throw
And ragged mountains darkly rise
To guard the vales below,
There is a sweet, sequestered spot,
Where peace and silence reign;
A fair God's acre is the lot,
Where sleep the Southern slain.
(Author Unknown)
The marching armies of the past
Along our Southern plains,
Are sleeping now in quiet rest
Beneath the Southern rains.
The bugle call is now in vain
To rouse them from their bed;
To arms they'll never march again--
They are sleeping with the dead.
No more will Shiloh's plains be stained
With blood our heroes shed,
Nor Chancellorsville resound again
To our noble warriors' tread.
For them no more shall reveille
Sound at the break of dawn,
But may their sleep peaceful be
Till God's great judgment morn.
We bow our heads in solemn prayer
For those who wore the gray,
And clasp again their unseen hands
On our Memorial Day.
The park looked so peaceful and still in the afternoon sunlight. Hard to believe that 144 years ago, one of America's bloodiest wars ended here.
7 Comments:
Thank you for taking us along. I felt like I took a mini-vacation!
You know the irony of this site, right? The owner moved his family from Bull Run -- the first battle site -- to get them away from the war. Amazing, huh?
I love cemetaries.
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I'd heard that the first time I visited Appomattox. That really is too weird.
Another weird thing: the owner's house, where the treaty was signed, had been taken apart and was going to be shipped up north by someone who'd bought the property. It sat in piles for years. Then it was reassembled when the farm was made into the park.
A lot of weird stuff there.
Nice blog entry. I enjoyed it.
Appomattox park is a peaceful place. I love the poems.
And Kathy - I didn't know that about the family that owned the house - how interesting.
Tunes of Dixie play in my mind when I see that Miss Becky. That is a magical place, isn't it?
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