Today, there should be a sadness. A soberness should grip us, for today we mourn the passing of our Southern dead, and it need not matter if they wore the butternut and gray, the coat of our colonial fathers, or the uniform of the Empire that now holds our people captive – we must remember them all. For whenever they were called upon to unsheathe the sword, in their hearts they were fighting for our people. They are the bravest of the brave, and they live on within us, and they are made eternal still the more when we remember them on this hallowed day.
Father Abram Ryan was and always shall be the “Poet Laureate of the Confederacy,” and it is my honor to introduce those who may not be familiar with his poetry on this special day. It is my hope that you will reflect on our brother’s words on this occasion and remember the great sacrifice of our glorious cause.
“March of the Deathless Dead”
Gather the sacred dust
Of the warriors tried and true,
Who bore the flag of our People’s trust
And fell in a cause, though lost, still just
And died for me and you.
Gather them one and all!
From the Private to the Chief,
Come they from hovel or princely hall,
They fell for us, and for them should fall
The tears of a Nation’s grief.
Gather the corpses strewn
O’er many a battle plain;
From many a grave that lies so lone,
Without a name and without a stone,
Gather the Southern slain.
We care not whence they came,
Dear in their lifeless clay!
Whether unknown, or known to fame,
Their cause and country still the same—
They died — and wore the Gray
Wherever the brave had died,
They should not rest apart;
Living, they struggled side by side,
Why should the hand of death divide
A single heart from heart?
Gather their scattered clay,
Wherever it may rest;
Just as they marched to the bloody fray,
Just as they fell on the battle day!
Bury then breast to breast.
The foeman need not dread
This gathering of the brave;
Without sword or flag, with the soundless tread,
We muster once more our deathless dead,
Out of each lovely grave.
The foeman need not frown,
They all are powerless now:
We gather them here and we lay them down,
And tears and prayers are the only crown
We bring to wreathe each brow.
And the dead thus meet the dead,
While the living o’er them weep:
And the men by Lee and Stonewall led,
And the hearts that once together bled,
Together still shall sleep.
by Father Abram Ryan
Deo Vindice!
God save the South!
Service to God and honor to the South.
An excellent poem by a great poet. Thank you!
May the Good Lord grant rest to the souls of all fallen Southern soldiers:
https://www.saintjohnchurch.org/prayer-for-the-dead/
http://www.saintgregoryoutreach.org/2010/01/prayers-for-repose-of-souls.html
A house divided cannot stand. So we have been told in the days of Lincoln. Then tell me how the Global American Empire and the historic American nation can coexist. They cannot. The strength of one is the weakness of the other. The victory of one is the demise of the other. At present, the Global American Empire is winning hands down! Its insane “regime change” policy is directly responsible for the migrant problem in Europe. Even now its practitioners speak of killing Vladimir Putin and dividing Russia up into 12 regions. (Sounds like Southern Reconstruction) They seriously think they can survive a nuclear war and come out on top when they couldn’t even beat Afghanistan or North Vietnam. They have cast “Mutually Assured Destruction” to the far ends of the Earth. All this is because they fear a multipolar world as much as they do BRICKS replacing the American dollar as the world’s reserve currency. I think the two are inevitible!