Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 28.
Reverend J. William Jones, Ed.

[239] The flags are furled,
     The guns are still whose throats once kept
Such voice their ringing echoes swept
     Around the world.
Their day is with the days gone by;
     But, blended with their fame,
Shines out in never fading light
     The great commander's name!

That name inwrought
     With duty, self-denial, white
With probity, pure motive, right,
     And fear of naught!
Against the background of his time,
     Facing untoward fate,
He stands heroic and supreme,
     A man sublimely great?

Truth was his aim,
     Justness his constant staff and stay.
And honor but another way
     To spell his name.
He led in war, he led in peace—
     How grand the peace he taught!
How free from rancor, malice, wrath,
     With what brave patience fraught!

To-day he stands,
     This martial chief, in fields afar,
And reads the right or wrong of war
     From God's own hands.
God, who lights the stars o'er heights
     Where Fame and Victory meet,
God, who lights the stars that shine
     O'er valleys of defeat!