For the North Carolina Standard.
Surgeon j. n. Jeffreys.
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LINES written by Lady, on seeing the Funeral oi
]. H. JEFFRE1s, M. D., Surgeon to the Raleigh
Guards Il ,.
They come they in sad array, and in procession
long, = : s -..& .-+.
saddened host grieving crowd, deeply sorrowing
The mufied drums, the arms reversed andlowy droOp
ing plume;


tomb. .
Aye bear him on, ye gallant Guards, tis meet that
should pay -. a.. ....-
Whatever tribute to the dead the gallant soldier may;
For braver nober heart than his hath never ceased
beat, ,-.- . --.. -. ..-.-..-. ,.. e. l. :.
More manly frank or gsnerous-more free from all de-
ceit. ~ .-.......s.. :. .-.....-s .. :.
Breathe gently forth thy funeral strain, "' -.'-a.
Like angels wall when death was born,
Ye mourn friend, mourn in vain .'. ..r.


The strong man in his strength is gone. -


He perished in his might


But not as soldier longs to fall, ~ i --r-r
Hard grasping sword in thckest fight,
With death-blows falling fast,


Mid Z" shout, and shock and groan of war;"


And rushing steeds and loud hurrah, . s-.
And battle clouds like sulpherous pail -.
O'er scenes of bloodshed mady cast. q -. ~
Pour forth your heightened voleys-sadly pour,
Speak out your grief in thunder's deepened roar,
Heap up, heap up the sod on JEFFREYs' breast,
Then slowly turn, and leave him to his rest.


Raleigh, 18th April, 1916. <EsEsrssvz..,z -