A Dirge for McPherson
Arms reversed and banners craped—
Snowy horses sable-draped—
But, tell us, shall we know him more, Lost-Mountain and lone Kenesaw?
Brave the sword upon the pall— A gleam in gloom; So a bright name lighteth all McPherson's doom.
Bear him through the chapel-door— Let priest in stole Pace before the warrior Who led. Bell--toll!
Lay him down within the nave, The Lesson read— Man is noble, man is brave, But man's--a weed.
Take him up again and wend Graveward, nor weep: There's a trumpet that shall rend This Soldier's sleep.
Pass the ropes the coffin round, And let descend; Prayer and volley—let it sound McPherson's end.
True fame is his, for life is o'er— Sarpedon of the mighty war.