No ! Sedgwick's soul is here !



God bless him ! When, amidst the fray,
We sweep the death-struck plain,

We hear his voice — the foe gives way,
And Sedgwick leads again I



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He left us, when through " Wilderness "

War shed its lurid flame ;
When ranks were growing less and less,

He left us — ^but in name.
»

His sword was sheathed^ — ^yet ever near

The dear old flag he moves.
Beneath the " cross '' he whispers cheer.
The " cross" that Sedgwick loves.
«
Then breathe his name I the '• cross " gleams bright

On every manly breast ;

He wore it, and it caught the light

Of heaven's own pure bequest.
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UNKNOWN.
4

H, cold, cruel, word ! on the cold, cruel
stone,

That marks where a hero lies sleeping '' unknown ;"
And the tear it will rise as the sad thought doth

come.
That some one was waiting to welcome him home.
And love waiteth long — and hope lingereth on
Though reason may whisper " Your loved one has

gone !"
And morning and night on the sweet breath of

prayer, ^
Some fond heart entrusts him to God's loving care.
But the sweet flowers of Summer shall bloom on

his grave.
In the far distant South, — and the life that he gave



UNKNOWN. 27

For Freedom on earth, shall be sacred above,
And there they shall meet him — where's nothing
but love.
And Faith points triumphant, above the low mound,

And Heaven seems nearer — this is hallowed ground ;

And my tears cease to flow — for I hear a sweet
tone,

Saying, "Up high in heaven there's nothing un-
known."



28 FBAGMENTS.
THOUGHTS.
