Stoop, Angels, Hither From the Skies!

Sleep sweetly in your humble graves,
Sleep, martyrs of a fallen cause!-
Though yet no marble column craves
The pilgrim here to pause.
In seeds of laurels in the earth,
The garlands of your fame are sown;
And, somewhere, waiting for its birth,
The shaft is in the stone.
Meanwhile, your sisters for the years
Which hold in trust your storied tombs,
Bring all they now can give you-tears,
And these memorial blooms.
Small tributes, but your shades will smile
As proudly on these wreaths to-day,
As when some cannon-moulded pile
Shall overlook this Bay.
Stoop, angels, hither from the skies!
There is no holier spot of ground,
Than where defeated valor lies
By mourning beauty crowned.
Lyrics: Henry Timrod, Ode (1866)
Music: Suno AI
These are original Southern or Pro-Southern poems with music created by AI for both entertainment and to inspire musicians to think creatively about how they could use 19th century poetry to make modern music.

[@thomaswayneward]

Beautiful and wonderful. These men gave all to try to keep us free. Never forget them.

[@jessiecole659]

I love my Dixie land my her flags forever fly

[@Southern_Agrarian1930]

Sounds like the Celtic Woman. It's a beautiful poem.

[@kintetsubuffalo]

Thank you for bringing new life to these treasures!

[@chimerastonewall3471]

God bless the Confederacy’s soldiers one day I will have the South again

[@Wentz789]

Gone but not forgotten

[@ericdebries8760]

Henry Timrod was a truly magnificent poet.

[@davegiles4208]

Heroes. Looks like Shelbyville?

[@abbevilleinst]

Charleston. The poem is dedicated to this monument.

[@DrVadGun]

The more you use AI the more you advance the cause of tyranny.

[@beauty.of.the.struggle]

Yeah I listened to the first few, but just skip over most of them now. Seems like a silly use of their time