Classic Poem

Our warrior went to meet the foe
With good stout heart and steadfast face,
Becoming one with whom did go
Hopes, prayers, the freedom of a race!

Our warrior played the hero's part,
Returned the conquered chief his sword,
And won again his humbled heart
By kindly soldier act and word.

Our warrior met a deadlier foe—
More grim and terrible than he—
Whose sword was charmed 'gainst any blow,
Who met his gaze and would not flee.

Oh, dreadful Fate, that overthrew
The blade that flashed when Vicksburg fell!
Be generous as him you slew;
Give him the sword he wore so well!

Commissioned now anew, he stands,
Our Nation's Guard, like adamant;
And swords shall fall from hostile hands,
When armies shout the name of Grant .