Each travel-spent and grateful one.
So warm her heart—childless—unwed,
Who like a mother comforted.
On the Slain at Chickamauga.
Happy are they and charmed in life
Who through long wars arrive unscarred
At peace. To such the wreath be given,
If they unfalteringly have striven—
In honor, as in limb, unmarred.
Let cheerful praise be rife,