French blood stained with glory the Lilies, While centuries marched to their grave; And over bold Scot and gay Irish The Thistle and Shamrock yet wave: Ours, ours be the noble Magnolia, That only on Southern soil grows, The Symbol of life everlasting:-- Dear to us as to England the Rose. ALBERT PIKE ("_Born in Boston; but an adopted and devoted son of Dixie_") April Fourth We are His witnesses; out of the dim Dark region of Death we have risen with Him. Back from our sepulchre rolleth the stone, And Spring, the bright Angel, sits smiling thereon. JOHN B. TABB ("_Easter Flowers_") April Fifth We are His witnesses. See, where He lay The snow that late bound us is folded away; And April, fair Magdalen, weeping anon, Stands flooded with light of the new-risen Sun! JOHN B. TABB ("_Easter Flowers_") April Sixth His character was lofty and pure, his presence and demeanor dignified and courteous, with the simplicity of a child; and he at once inspired the respect and gained the confidence of cultivated gentlemen and rugged frontiersmen. GENERAL RICHARD TAYLOR _Albert Sidney Johnston killed at Shiloh, 1862_ April Seventh History tears down statues and monuments to attributes and deeds, unless those attributes have been devoted to some noble end, and those deeds done in a righteous cause. COL. CHARLES MARSHALL April Eighth "GLORY STANDS BESIDE OUR GRIEF" Because they fought in perfect faith, believing The cause they fought for was the just, the true; And had small hope of glittering gain receiving, While following, with standard high in view, Where led their single-hearted, dauntless chief: Therefore doth Glory stand beside our grief! VICTORIA ELIZABETH GITTINGS _Louisiana admitted to the Union, 1812_ _Telegram from Secretary Seward confirming promise (March 15) as to Sumter, 1861_ April Ninth An angel's heart, an angel's mouth, Not Homer's, could alone for me Hymn forth the great Confederate South, Virginia first, then Lee. Oh, realm of tears! But let her bear This blazon to the end of time: No nation rose so white and fair, None fell so pure of crime. P. S. WORSLEY (England) [From lines written on the fly-leaf of a translation of the Iliad, presented to General Lee by the Oxford scholar in 1866] _Surrender of Lee at Appomattox, 1865_ April Tenth