Zollicoffer.
Reading edition
By H. L. Flash, of Alabama.
First in the fight, and first in the arms Of the white-winged angels of glory, With the heart of the South at the feet of God, And his wounds to tell the story:
And the blood that flowed from his hero heart, On the spot where he nobly perished, Was drunk by the earth as a sacrament In the holy cause he cherished.
In Heaven a home with the brave and blessed, And, for his soul's sustaining, The apocalyptic eyes of Christ-- And nothing on earth remaining,
But a handful of dust in the land of his choice, A name in song and story, And Fame to shout with her brazen voice, "Died on the Field of Glory!"