I saw this posted on FB today by a FB friend and thought I’d share it. At Christmas it’s easy to reminisce and wish for what used to be but may never be again. We are captives of our circumstances and time, but two great graces our Creator has commonly given are memory and imagination. When all seems lost, remember the past and dream of the future, especially regarding the promises of God.
Robert Brank Vance is my 1st cousin 4 X removed. He wrote this poem as a POW in Ft. Delaware Prison. He was a great Christian man who loved the South. I believe he walked back to Ashville. – Tom Pardue Sr.
My Sunny South! my Sunny South!
Thou land of joy to me;
The blissful clime where sinless youth
Was spent in peaceful glee;
Tonight from bars and prison walls,
On pinions light and free,
My spirit breaks its many thralls
And wildly seeks for thee!
O’er hill and brake and rushing tide,
And city’s lofty spire,
And silver stream and valley wide
The home of son and sire
With tireless wing and swelling heart,
Which nought around may stay,
I’ll burst these chords and chains apart
And seek thee far away
The eye may droop, the form may bend,
The hair be touched with gray;
Nor night nor morn bless’d peace may send
To cheer the captive’s way;
But sentry’s tread, nor musket bright,
Nor all the dread array
Which northmen use to show their might,
Can cause the soul to stay!
I’ll seek thy fields and woodlands wild,
Thy own savannahs fair,
And be again the happy child
That liv’d and sported there;
And when in sleep I view thy streams,
Which flow forever free,
My gladdest, brightest, sweetest dreams
Shall be of home and thee!
Fort Delaware, 1864.