Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 6.
Reverend J. William Jones, Ed.

5. The Army of Tennessee--

The pennon droops that led the sacred band
     Along the crimson field;
The meteor-blade sinks from the nerveless hand
     Over the spotless shield.

General Marcus J. Wright.

6. The Dead--

They need no tears who lived a noble life,
     We will not weep for them — who died so well,
But we will gather round the hearth and tell
     The story of their strife.
Such homage suits them well--
     Better than funeral pomps or passing bell.

Governor Holliday.

7. The Women of the South--

Their angel hands the wounded cheered,
     Did all that woman ever dares--
When hopes and homes had disappeared
     They gave us tears — and smiles — and prayers.

Private R. B. Berkeley.