Penn State University Libraries
Pennsylvania Civil War
The Franklin Repository
November 9, 1864
CHAMBERSBURG BY MOONLIGHT
BY DR. A. L.
M., U. S. ARMY.
The moonlight lingers on the
And on the joy departed hall
Where peaceful grandeur swelled its tide,
And rebel flames exhausted died.
These sad mementoes of the
Reflect a chivalry so vast.
It ends in nothing but a name,
And old MíCauslandís bastard fame.
The sick were thrust out in
The dead, were not respected there;
And that poor babeís last dying cry,
Beat through the smoking fire lit sky.
No roof oíer spread its
It had been burned down oíer the dead,
Itís clay cold mother, as it lay;
This, this, was southern chivalry.
But these old walls that
loom so tall,
Like monuments, their shadows fall,
Upon a race, who would not give
The tribute to the foe, and live.
Then let them stand, spires
of the past,
They are thy glory, let them last
For ages that are yet to come,
When southern chivalry is dumb.
Upon them let thy children
And theyíll grow strong in freedomís praise,
And nerve their arms to deeds of fame
That yet shall carve a nationsí name.
Abodes of peace, thy ruins
As beacon lights throughout the land;
As monuments of blackened crime
With which the villainsí name wonít rhyme.
Repose beneath their shade
New life to heroes, that yet live.
For liberty still lingers where
Vile traitors dared pollute the air.
These marks of brutish
But on them will remain the stain,
When that ignoble race is done,
And victory is nobly won.
Their star of empire fades
As does the night at coming day,
And all their boasted power and might,
Sinks down before the blaze of right.
Secession is a thing of
That blackens still, by coming time,
Lending its votaries to the tomb!
And shrouding all thatís dear, in gloom.
The loving heart, the tender
Is torn from all thatís dear in life;
Virtue disgraced, and seas of blood,
Engulph the Nation like a flood.
The young and lovely in
Rush through the catalogue of crime,
Who would have blushed with honest shame,
Ere vile secessionís hellish flame
Wreathed round the nation
like a coil,
Of some vast serpent, who would spoil
Fair Heaven itself, could he but reach
Its jasper walls, to form a breach.
These blackened ruins now
The serpent who should never rest,
Until his fangs are borne away
And he is crushed by Liberty.