THEY bear him to his resting-place--In slow procession sweeping by;I follow at a stranger's space;His kindred they, his sweetheart I.Unchanged my gown of garish dye,Though sable-sad is their attire;But they stand round with griefle...

I had no time to Hate -BecauseThe Grave would hinder me -And Life was not soAmple ICould finish--Enmity -Nor had I time to Love -But sinceSome Industry must be -The little Toil of Love -I thoughtWas large en...

Good-morning; good-morning!’ the General saidWhen we met him last week on our way to the line.Now the soldiers he smiled at are most of ’em dead,And we’re cursing his staff for incompetent swine.‘He’s a cheery old card,’ grunted Harry to J...