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Confederate War Poetry

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by William Anderson Ellis

Farewell, dear, young friends;
       though parting is painful,
A sad separation approaches at last.
Revilers may spurn me,
        lost friends may chide me;
Even then with much pleasure
        I'll think on the past.
When rivers divide us and
        hills rise between us,
Even then I'll remember
        your childhood bright days.
Let not sad reflections
        a moment beguile you;
Look forward with hope on
        future's bright rays
        
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When young I began my own fortune to seek
In the morning of life so fresh and so gay
Long on the future looked forward so meek.
Long, long I expected a happier day,
I looked but in vain for that happier day
And thought I'd most reached the long looked for prize.
My hopes and effects were both taken away.


And I sank down;  alas,  unexpecting to rise
No more then did hope for a time on me bloom
Doomed ever it seemed for innocent blame
Even friends had proved false; I must sink to the tomb
Repugnantly last like the dressed priest's fame,
Sweet mate of some promise at length seemed to say
On literature pages I yet had a charm;
No friends save a few to look on with pity.


Eternally blest may they yet rise to fame.
Laborious efforts I made full of wages
Long lessons I learned by mind to...
I soon became noted on literature's pages
Since then I've been teaching young ideas to shoot.



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