When patriots bled, and bitterer anguish crossed

Our brave, to die in battles foully lost.

The youth wrote home the rout of many a day;

Yet still he said, and still with truth could say,

One corps had ever made a valiant stand,—

The corps in which he served—Theodric’s band.

His fame, forgotten chief, is now gone by,

Eclipsed by brighter orbs in glory’s sky;

Yet once it shone, and veterans, when they show

Our fields of battle twenty years ago,