A village lad Who walked the village way. Work, play, and school Followed day after day, And in obeying thus he learned to rule. A quiet man, A soldier tried and true Who would not yield Till our red, white, and blue Floated o'er northern hill and southern field. A man of war Whose great desire was peace, And yet life brought Battles that did not cease Until the last long fight with death was fought. Ulysses Grant! A man who sought no fame, Nor dreamed that he Should leave a deathless name Carved on the keystone of our unity. |