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[209] Virginia's greatest son of her second Revolution, the peer of Washington in military genius, patriotism, constancy and valor. Again he wrought in noblest mood and as only the true poet can, but, alas! scarce had he finished his task when death struck the votic pencil from the busy fingers and hushed that deep, rich voice, whose manly cadences had made doubly musical for us this day the rythmic sweep of his stirring numbers. Thus, in the service of his native State, in some sort, still serving his old commander, fell on sleep this knightly spirit, this accomplished man of letters, this loyal friend, who in his public as in his private life ever ‘bore without reproach the grand old name of gentleman.’ At the request of his family and of the Lee Monument Association, I am here to-day to read in such poor fashion as may be allowed me his poem written in the very shadow of death.
Richmond, VA. 1889.
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