IN MEMORIAM.
A GRAVE at Wyoming; the young hero fell
On that terrible field, Antietam, the doomed;
The flowers here will bloom, the birds they may tell
Where his form lies forever with glory entombed.
This boy, in his beauty, with dark flashing eye,
The idol of home by that beautiful lake,[1]
Responded alike to the war bugle's cry,
His armor girt on for his country's sake.
On that terrible field, Antietam, the doomed;
The flowers here will bloom, the birds they may tell
Where his form lies forever with glory entombed.
This boy, in his beauty, with dark flashing eye,
The idol of home by that beautiful lake,[1]
Responded alike to the war bugle's cry,
His armor girt on for his country's sake.
O'er his grave at Wyoming loved ones may weep;
The promise he gave is lost to them now;
Yet on the bright scroll his name we will keep;
All meekly resigned to the cross may they bow.
On the battle-field thus it were easier to die,
Than struggle with pain all through a long life:
May the desolate home and the tear-dimmed eye
Be cheered, when he fell so pure in the strife.
The promise he gave is lost to them now;
Yet on the bright scroll his name we will keep;
All meekly resigned to the cross may they bow.
On the battle-field thus it were easier to die,
Than struggle with pain all through a long life:
May the desolate home and the tear-dimmed eye
Be cheered, when he fell so pure in the strife.
His grave at Wyoming; no lovelier place
Can be found for the soldier, so young, to repose.
The summits will guard, and the wild flowers grace,
And the gems, too, that love and affection bestows.
Can be found for the soldier, so young, to repose.
The summits will guard, and the wild flowers grace,
And the gems, too, that love and affection bestows.
- ↑ Lake Melrose.
