ZOLLICOFFER by HENRY LYNDEN FLASH

FIRST in the fight, and first in the arms
Of the white-winged angels of glory,
With the heart of the South at the feet of God,
And his wounds to tell the story;

For the blood that flowed from his hero heart,
On the spot where he nobly perished,
Was drunk by the earth as a sacrament
In the holy cause he cherished!

In Heaven a home with the brave and blessed,
And for his soul's sustaining
The apocalyptic eyes of Christ --
And nothing on earth remaining,

But a handful of dust in the land of his choice
A name in song and story --
And fame to shout with immortal voice
Dead on the field of Glory!

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