Chapter XXV.
HATCHER’S RUN.
We know not what may be our lot,
When future days have crowned us;
There’s One above, whose arm of love,
We hope may e’er surround us.
Goodbye! We go to meet the foe,
The flag we love floats o’er us;
Its stars are bright, we’ll win the fight,
While treason falls before us.
Lilly Lovette.