


O sun and skies and clouds of June
And flowers of June together,
Ye cannot rival for one hour
October's bright blue weather;
When loud the bumblebee makes haste,
Belated, thriftless vagrant,
And goldenrod is dying fast,
And lanes with grapes are fragrant;
When gentians roll their fringes tight,
To save them for the morning,
And chestnuts fall from satin burs
Without a sound of warning;
When on the ground red apples lie
In piles like jewels shining,
And redder still on old stone walls
Are leaves of woodbine twining;
When all the lovely wayside things
Their white-winged seeds are sowing,
And in the fields, still green and fair,
Late aftermaths are growing;
When springs run low, and on the brooks
In idle, golden freighting,
Bright leaves sink noiseless in the hush
Of woods, for winter waiting;
When comrades seek sweet country haunt
By twos and twos together,
And count like misers hour by hour
October's bright blue weather.
O sun and skies and flowers of June,
Count all your boasts together,
Love loveth best of all the year
October's bright blue weather.
~Helen Hunt Jackson
"Our God was my shield. His protecting care is an additional cause for gratitude."
---Stonewall Jackson
"I would have never surrendered the army if I had known how the South would have been treated."
"If I had had Stonewall Jackson with me, so far as I can see, I would have won the Battle of Gettysburg."
"Alabama soldiers, all I ask is that you keep up with the Texans!"
"I can only say that I am nothing more than a poor sinner, trusting in Christ alone for salvation"
--- General Robert E. Lee
"Never stand and take a charge...charge them too!"
---Nathan Bedford Forrest
"The Army of Northern Virginia was never defeated. It merely wore itself out whipping the enemy."
---General Jubal Early
"Go back and do your duty as I have done mine and all will be well! I had rather die than be whipped!"
--James Ewell Brown Stuart