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Excerpt from Sam Davis: A True Story of a Young Confederate Soldier Who Was Hanged After Capture Because He Would Not Betray a Secret of His Commander
And 10 thy matchless boy, 0 Tennessee! With pinioned arms beneath the gallows tree, Looked forth, unmoved, into the wintry skies, The nut-brown ringlets falling o''er his eyes; He, by kind gaolers, had been oft implored: Speak but one''word! To freedom be restored! The lifted signal, Hold, the messenger cried; And, springing up, stood by the hero''s side. My boy! This bitter cup must pass you by! Too brave, too noble, and too young to die! Your mother, father, sisters - when they learn Even now, perhaps, they wait your long return. Speak out! Life is so sweet! Be free once more! ''tis he should bear this penalty and shame. Live for your mother! Think a moment how Not with the brand of fraud upon my brow! I and the ''culprit,'' true, might both go free; The broken pledge would haunt not him, but me. How light soever what promise man may make, Should be kept sacred for his honor''s sake! My mother! (and choking back the sob, but half concealed, His head drooped low! At last mst nature yield?) My mother! ?ashed again the tear dimmed eyes. At her dear knees she __taught me how to'' die! Her loving heart would be too sorely pained If to her lips were pressed her boy'' 5 with falsehood stained. My brave, brave boy, the pleader - a. Spoke again; A boy in years, but worth a thousand men Like him for whom, the coward, traitor, knave, You''d lay your own brave, young life''down to. Save. Speak out! Life is so sweet! Be free ance more! I never knew how sweet life was before! Still - words are useless, General, but forgive You''re kind; yet if I had a thousand lives to live, I''d give them all ere I could face the shame And wear, for one hour, a base, dishonored name. The die was cast! Our tears were idle tears For him, who gave one day and gained a thousand years! Centuries on centuries shall go circling by.
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And 10 thy matchless boy, 0 Tennessee! With pinioned arms beneath the gallows tree, Looked forth, unmoved, into the wintry skies, The nut-brown ringlets falling o''er his eyes; He, by kind gaolers, had been oft implored: Speak but one''word! To freedom be restored! The lifted signal, Hold, the messenger cried; And, springing up, stood by the hero''s side. My boy! This bitter cup must pass you by! Too brave, too noble, and too young to die! Your mother, father, sisters - when they learn Even now, perhaps, they wait your long return. Speak out! Life is so sweet! Be free once more! ''tis he should bear this penalty and shame. Live for your mother! Think a moment how Not with the brand of fraud upon my brow! I and the ''culprit,'' true, might both go free; The broken pledge would haunt not him, but me. How light soever what promise man may make, Should be kept sacred for his honor''s sake! My mother! (and choking back the sob, but half concealed, His head drooped low! At last mst nature yield?) My mother! ?ashed again the tear dimmed eyes. At her dear knees she __taught me how to'' die! Her loving heart would be too sorely pained If to her lips were pressed her boy'' 5 with falsehood stained. My brave, brave boy, the pleader - a. Spoke again; A boy in years, but worth a thousand men Like him for whom, the coward, traitor, knave, You''d lay your own brave, young life''down to. Save. Speak out! Life is so sweet! Be free ance more! I never knew how sweet life was before! Still - words are useless, General, but forgive You''re kind; yet if I had a thousand lives to live, I''d give them all ere I could face the shame And wear, for one hour, a base, dishonored name. The die was cast! Our tears were idle tears For him, who gave one day and gained a thousand years! Centuries on centuries shall go circling by.
About the Publisher
Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com
This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
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Language - English
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Howard Melancthon Hamill
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ISBN - 9780364134511
Dimensions - 22.9 x 15.2 x 0.2 cm
Page Count - 34
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Howard Melancthon Hamill
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Dimensions - 22.9 x 15.2 x 0.2 cm
Page Count - 36
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