IN the white moonlight, where the willow waves, He halfway gallops among the graves— A tiny ghost in the gloom and gleam, Content to dwell where the dead men dream,
But wary still! For they plot him ill; For the graveyard rabbit hath a charm (May God defend us!) to shield from harm. Over the shimmering slabs he goes— Every grave in the dark he knows; But his nest is hidden from human eye Where headstones broken on old graves lie. Wary still! For they plot him ill; For the graveyard rabbit, though sceptics scoff, Charmeth the witch and the wizard off!
The black man creeps, when the night is dim, Fearful, still, on the track of him; Or fleetly follows the way he runs, For he heals the hurts of the conjured ones. Wary still! For they plot him ill; The soul’s bewitched that would find release,— To the graveyard rabbit go for peace!
He holds their secret—he brings a boon Where winds moan wild in the dark o’ the moon; And gold shall glitter and love smile sweet To whoever shall sever his furry feet!
Wary still! For they plot him ill; For the graveyard rabbit hath a charm (May God defend us!) to shield from harm.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Jennie Wade for Tombstone Tuesday
Jennie Wade, Gettysburg, PA She was the first person killed in the Battle. She was in her sister's kitchen baking bread for the Union troops when a stray bullet came through the door and shot her in the back.