Bright flashed the sword of Lee;
’Tis shrouded now in its sheath again,
It sleeps the sleep of our noble slain,
Defeated, yet without a stain,
Proudly and peacefully.
SONG OF THE MYSTIC
By Abram J. Ryan
I walk down the Valley of Silence—
Down the dim voiceless Valley—alone!
And I hear not the fall of a footstep