3IO Poets of the Civil War II Sung on the Occasion of Decorating the Graves oj the Confederate Dead at Magnolia Cemetery, Charleston, S. C, 186'/. The poem is a fit ending to any consideration of Southern War Poetry, for it is the last word to be said of those who died and of those who wotdd honour their memory. Sleep sweetly in your humble graves. Sleep, martyrs of a fallen cause; Though yet no marble column craves The pilgrim here to pause. II In seeds of laurel in the earth The blossom of your fame is blown, And somewhere, waiting for its birth. The shaft is in the stone ! Ill Meanwhile, behalf the tardy years Which keep in trust your storied tombs, Behold ! your sisters bring their tears And these memorial blooms. IV Small tributes ! but your shades will smile More proudly on these wreaths to-day. Than when some cannon-moulded pile Shall overlook this bay. Stoop, angels, hither from the skies! There is no holier spot of ground ^ Than where defeated valor lies, By mourning beauty crowned ! The question inevitably arises as to how these poets developed after the Civil War. One would naturally suppose that many of the younger ones especially would grow in power and influence. But all the causes generally assigned for the lack of poetry in the ante-bellum South prevailed in the new