“Fame Hath Crowned with Laurel the Swords of Grant and Lee.”
ETHINKS to-night I catch a gleam of steel among the pines,
And yonder by the lilied stream repose the foemen's lines;
The ghostly guards who pace the ground a moment stop to see
If all is safe and still around the tents of Grant and Lee.
'Tis but a dream; no armies camp where once their bay'nets
shone;
And Hesper's calm and lovely lamp shines on the dead alone;