The Charlotte Journal

From the North Carolina Standard,

DEATH OF JASPER.

Along Savannah's flowery height,
The gathering legions swell the sight
And charge with loud acclaim.
And Jasper's stalwart arm is there.
While round him waves and streams afar.
The pride of all—the battle star.
The guerdon of the bright and fair.
To mark his way to fame.

The combat deepens. High and strong
The embattled hosts of Britain come,
Sweeping in haughty power along
With music of the trump and drum.
Unquailing Jasper marks the road
By brave Pulaski's charger trod,
His rider, Poland's battle-god
In thunder rushing on;
And burns with generous zeal to lead
Where hostile thousands faint and bleed
'Neath Poland's noble son.

The charge is sounded! On they dash
Through routed hosts—and trophies flash
In triumph's burning eye.
Charge Jasper! That was bravely done!
The lines are rent—the heights are won,
And victory owns her favorite son,
And waves his flag on high.

And still through "life-blood warm and wet"
Is plied the glistening bayonet,
And round each host the clouds of war.
Bear downward, on his flaming car,
'The baleful battle-god!
Strike! for the hopes of years to be!
For household blessings pure and free!
For all your hills from sea to sea:
For plain and rolling flood!

The strife is past, and many an eye
Is closed in sleep to wake no more;
And many a glance is sent on high,
To meet the flag which Jasper bore.
But Jasper comes not! Death has spread
His shadows o'er his eagle eye!
And Marion bows his war-worn head.
To mark his matchless chieftain die!
His manly heart is breaking fast!
He heaves the deep and parting groan!
And now his chainless spirit passed
In blood to seek its Father's throne.

Rest, warrior, rest: The clarion tongue
Of deathless fame shall speak to thee;
And ages hence, thy name among
The brightest of the Earth shall be!

ALPHA.

*A banner presented by a lady to Jasper's regiment.