GENERAL HOOD'S LAST CHARGE.[1]
The twilight of life is beginning to fall,Death's shadows are creeping high up on the wall; Eternity's waters are plashingSo close I can hear the wild waves as they roarAnd sullenly break on the surf-beaten shore, Their silver spray over me dashing.
The old camp is fading away from my view;I hear the last stroke of life's beating tattoo,— The sound wears the muffle of sorrow.My campaigns are ended, my battles are o'er,My heroes will follow my lead never more, No roll-call shall break on my morrow.
But now I am fighting them over again;On fields that are gory, 'mid heaps of the slain, The enemy swiftly are flying;
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- ↑ General Hood, of the Confederate Army, left his orphan children to the care and protection of his old Texas Brigade.
