POEMS OF JAMES RYDER RANDALL
who saw the loving act, trampled under foot the garlands placed on the “Rebel Sod.””
But when the sun rose next morning the flowers were decking the Confederate graves, and this was how it happened:
Jehovah judged, abashing man:
For in the vigils of the night,
His mighty storm-avengers ran
Together in one choral clan,
Rebuking wrong, rewarding right;
Plucking the wreaths from those who won,
The tempest, heaped them dewy bright
On Rebel graves at Arlington.
Other poems of rare beauty adorn this little book; but the grandest of all in spirituality of thought, in sublime religious faith, and in beseeching supplication is that of “Resurgam:”
Banished from thee! where shall I find
For my poor soul
A safe retreat from storms that blind
Or seas that roll?
Come to me, Christ, ere I forlorn,
Sing ’neath the wave,
And on this blessed Easter morn
A lost one, save!
