A GALLANT foeman in the fight, A brother when the fight was o'er, The hand that led the host with might The blessed torch of learning bore. No shriek of shells nor roll of drums, No challenge fierce, resounding far, When reconciling Wisdom comes To heal the cruel wounds of war. Thought may the minds of men divide, Love makes the heart of nations one, And so, thy soldier grave beside, We honor thee, Virginia's son. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FATHER, THY WILL BE DONE by SARAH FLOWER ADAMS VILLANELLE: AU RETOUR DU PRINTEMPS by PHILIP SCHUYLER ALLEN THE INGOLDSBY PENANCE!; A LEGEND OF PALESTINE AND -- WEST KENT by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |