5. The Army of Tennessee--
The pennon droops that led the sacred bandGeneral Marcus J. Wright. 6. The Dead--
Along the crimson field;
The meteor-blade sinks from the nerveless hand
Over the spotless shield.
They need no tears who lived a noble life,Governor Holliday. 7. The Women of the South--
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.
Their angel hands the wounded cheered,Private R. B. Berkeley.
Did all that woman ever dares--
When hopes and homes had disappeared
They gave us tears — and smiles — and prayers.