AH, friend! in the tender College time No evil deed could stain thee, And now 'mid the combat's iron chime, In purity they've slain thee. @3Sans peur et sans reproche@1 to live, @3Sans peur@1 the foe defying @3Sans peur et sans reproche@1 we give Thy epitaph when dying. When the Southern bullet sang the knell Of the ravaging invader, Thenthen triumphantly he fell, Our spotless young Crusader; With the loud hurrah and the dauntless tramp Of the charging Creole yeomen, He fell where the Cherubim encamp, With his face to the flying foemen. The blood moon guides its torch of night Through the smoke envolumed valleys, And the hillocks tell where the reddest fight Shook the quick, convulsive rallies; In the foremost phalanx he shall rest His head in the dust declining, The rifle shielding the soldier breast The cross on the saint-heart shining! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HYBRIDS OF WAR: A MORALITY POEM: 1. VIETNAM by KAREN SWENSON REMEMBERING NAT TURNER by STERLING ALLEN BROWN ROUEN; 26 APRIL - 25 MAY 1915 by MAY WEDDERBURN CANNAN DEATH OF STONEWALL JACKSON by HENRY LYNDEN FLASH EPISTLE TO ROBERT, EARL OF OXFORD, AND EARL MORTIMER by ALEXANDER POPE |