Tribute to Capt. F. W. Dawson + 

Carolina mourns to-day. + 

For he, the gifted + 

Son of her adoption, is no more. + 

The voice + 

That stirred the bosoms of her sons, and + 

Made her ramparts ring from mount to + 

Sea-board, is hushed in death. + 

His + 

Noble form, and nobler mien that + 

Never faltered ’mid the cannon’s + 

Roar, lies motionless. + 

So Carolina weeps. + 

’Tis meet she should⁠— + 

Her chieftain lieth low. + 

In this + 

Grand, old City by the Sea, this Venice + 

Of the Southland. + 

The home he loved + 

So well. + 

When the grey morn breaks, + 

And when the twilight lingers, they + 

Chant in low, sweet music, evening + 

Vespers for his soul. + 

Then, Carolinians, build a monument for him; + 

But not on marble cold. + 

Not on + 

Towering dome or polished shaft, + 

Should his memory be engraved. + 

But + 

In the hearts of those he loved and + 

Served, should immortelles, perpetual, bloom; + 

And incense, fragrant, ever rise + 

To his memory. + 

Requiescat in Pace. + 