22 - Stonewall Jackson. Ascribed to a Virginian* Herman Melville Christopher Ohge John Bryant Stonewall Jackson. (Ascribed to a Virginian.) One man we claim of wrought renown Which not the North shall care to slur; A Modern lived who sleeps in death, Calm as the marble Ancients are: 'Tis he whose life, though a vapor's wreath, Was charged with the lightning's burning breath— Stonewall, stormer of the war. But who shall hymn the Roman heart? A stoic, he, but even more:Referring to the Stoic school of philosophy, which HM would call a "severe philosophy of wisdom, virtue and self-control"; see also Clarel Book 3, canto 21 (NN Clarel, p. 811). The iron will and lion thew Were strong to inflict as to endure: Who like him could stand, or pursue? His fate the fatalist followed through; In all his great soul found to do Stonewall followed his star. He followed his star on the Romney march Through the sleet to the wintry war; And he followed it on when he bowed the grain— The Wind of the Shenandoah; At Gaines's Mill in the giants' strain— On the fierce forced stride to Manassas-plain, Where his sword with thunder was clothed again, Stonewall followed his star. His star he followed athwart the flood To Potomac's Northern shore, When midway wading, his host of braves My Maryland!The State Song of Maryland loud did roar— To red Antietam's field of graves, Through mountain-passes, woods and waves, They followed their pagod with hymns and glaives, For Stonewall followed a star. Back it led him to Marye's slope, Where the shock and the fame he bore; And to green Moss-Neck it guided him— Brief respite from throes of war: To the laurel glade by the Wilderness grim, Through climaxed victory naught shall dim, Even unto death it piloted him— Stonewall followed his star. Its lead he followed in gentle ways Which never the valiant mar; A cap we sent him, bestarred, to replace The sun-scorched helm of war: A fillet he made of the shining lace Childhood's laughing brow to grace— Not his was a goldsmith's star. O, much of doubt in after days Shall cling, as now, to the war; Of the right and the wrong they'll still debate, Puzzled by Stonewall's star: “Fortune went with the North elate,” “Ay, but the South had Stonewall's weight, And he fell in the South's vainIn his bound sheets of Battle-Pieces (Copy C), Melville used pencil to delete "vain," inserted a caret in front of the deletion, and inscribed "great" directly below. war.”