That even its name is a symbol of glory,
Came a bachelor unloved, but as gentle and kind
As though he were still a fond lover. His mind
Often turned to the valley from which he had come,
For throughout the wide world there was still but one home
For which his heart yearned; but he could not return;
It was but a mem’ry, the real home was gone,
And all of the warmth of a bright Southern sun
Could never revive what the war had undone.