"Now I want you to sing for me the old song I love best—
"'Rock of Ages cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee—'"
With failing breath he joined in the song.
A paroxysm of pain gripped him and he asked the doctor:
"Can I survive the night?"
"No, General. The end is near."
He was silent. And then slowly said:
"I am resigned if it be God's will.
But—I—would—like—to—see—my—wife—"
The beautiful voice sank into eternal silence.
So passed the greatest cavalry leader our country has produced. A man whose joyous life was a long wish of good will toward all of his fellow men.