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...BUNCHES OF GRAPES by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE MADRIGAL: 1 by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN DOROTHY Q; A FAMILY PORTRAIT by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES DARWINISM by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON THIRTEEN WAYS OF LOOKING AT A BLACKBIRD by WALLACE STEVENS THE WINDOW; OR, THE SONG OF THE WRENS: MARRIAGE MORNING by ALFRED TENNYSON ON READING THE 'RUBAIYAT' OF OMAR KHAYYAM IN A KENTISH ROSE GARDEN by MATHILDE BLIND |