Classic Poem

Ye walk by famous waters
By famous fountains fed,
Oh, best of Heaven's daughters
In the Eden of the dead,
Where swept the swiftest slaughter
That ever valor led.

Beside the Shenandoah!
Beneath the willow trees!
The mountains ever more
Crowned with their memories,
And when shall marble soar
With blazonings like these?

Look long upon the splendor
Of mountain and of plain,
Till rays as grand and tender
Illuminate again
The faith that can't surrender
While the blue hills remain.