That even Duty knew no shining ends,
And Glory—’twas a fallen star!
But battle can heroes and bards restore.
Nay, look at Kenesaw:
Perils the mailed ones never knew
Are lightly braved by the ragged coats of blue,
And gentler hearts are bared to deadlier war.
On the Grave
of a young Cavalry Officer killed in the Valley of Virginia.
Beauty and youth, with manners sweet, and friends—