With honor in that fearful strife;
At Fredericksburgh’s terrific fray,
A fourth was swept from light of day;
His wife, borne down by sorrow’s wave,
Found consolation—in the grave.
Of all his treasures one remained,
Which still the father’s hopes sustained:
Would Heaven this loved one soon restore,
To bless his aged eyes once more?
Alas! he too was doomed to sleep