In death, and leave his sire to weep.

At Murfreesboro he was shot;

His father mourned, for he was not!

But when the first rude pangs had passed,

And the cold grave received his last,

He thanked his Father in Heaven that he

Had thus been privileged to be

The sire of Martyrs for the Right,

Who fell in Freedom’s sacred fight.

His heavy loss he nobly bore,