General John B. Gordon.

Facile Princeps.


I.

O gifted one of the Sunny South, with lips so eloquent,
    In whose great heart no malice e'er was found!
And now thou art a messenger of Peace, by heaven sent
    On mission of fraternity, to heal the cankering wound!


II.

In that dread day when fratricidal strife
    Convulsed with passion--crimsoned with its blood--
No nobler son than thou who staked his life
    With veterans Gray withstood the overwhelming flood!


III.

No sweeter tribute could be paid by mortal tongue--
    No nobler sentiment the human heart could fill--
In grander strains no poet's praises e'er were sung
    Of private soldier--than thy words that burn and thrill!


IV.

No treasured wrong within thy noble soul
    Has tainted with its slimy trail of hate--
No broader love of country could embrace the whole,
    Or bow more gracefully to iron hand of fate!


V.

Speak on! And scatter broadcast healing seed
    That shall a harvest of good feeling yield--
And Peace, no less than War, shall lend her meed
    And crown anew this hero of the bloody field!

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