Simple, sanguine youth ! Loving, lapp’d in love!

Proud, quick, ardent, brave,

All mean things above !

Son, brother, friend, Faithful to the last,

Eager all to serve—Young enthusiast !

Not too much refined,

Not too tamely smooth ;

Easy to offend,

Easier to soothe. Proud of all the land, Glorying in its fame;

Living in its light, Fearing not its shame!

Hating party strife, Knowing not its springs;

Caring but for truth,

For the peace it brings.

Demagogueish fiend, Honest eyes to blind !

Forging subtle words,

Poison to his mind! Causing him to hate

Union, Country, Flag;

Shouting, " Save your homes—It is shame to lag!"

Playing on his fears,

Quickening his pride;

Crying, " Glory waits—What you will, beside !"

Poor deluded boy!

Far away from home,

Wasting with new cares, Still compelled to roam.

Cheered by buoyant hope—Dreams of honored state;

Saddened, too, by thoughts, Shadows of his fate.

On the war-clouds came! Crazing thunders rolled!

He was every where!—There he lies, full cold!

Who has murdered him? Soon his friends will know; God, who hates a lie,

Will not leave it so.

Other victims wait;

Other faces white

Stare into the sky,

Stare with dreadful might!

Oh the day of wrath !—But, though Justice come,

Naught may wake the dead, Sleeping far from home.