His Last Words.

"A few moments before his death (Stonewall Jackson) he called out in his delirium: 'Order A.P. Hill to prepare for action. Pass the infantry rapidly to the front. Tell Major Hawks--.' Here the sentence was left unfinished. Bat, soon after, a sweet smile overspread his face, and he murmured quietly, with an air of relief: 'Let us cross the river and rest under the shade of the trees.' These were his last words; and, without any expression of pain, or sign of struggle, his spirit passed away."

I.

Come, let us cross the river, and rest beneath the trees, And list the merry leaflets at sport with every breeze; Our rest is won by fighting, and Peace awaits us there. Strange that a cause so blighting produces fruit so fair!

II.

Come, let us cross the river, those that have gone before, Crush'd in the strife for freedom, await on yonder shore; So bright the sunshine sparkles, so merry hums the breeze, Come, let us cross the river, and rest beneath the trees.

III.

Come, let us cross the river, the stream that runs so dark: 'Tis none but cowards quiver, so let us all embark. Come, men with hearts undaunted, we'll stem the tide with ease, We'll cross the flowing river, and rest beneath the trees.

IV.

Come, let us cross the river, the dying hero cried, And God, of life the giver, then bore him o'er the tide. Life's wars for him are over, the warrior takes his ease, There, by the flowing river, at rest beneath the trees.