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298 Southern Historical Society Papers.
Soldier you in the wreck of gray,
With the brazen belt of the C. S. A.
Take my love and my tears to-day,
Take them all that I have to give;
But by God's grace while my heart shall live,
It still shall keep in its faithful way
The camp-fire lit for the men in gray.
Aye 'till the trump sounds far away,
And the silver bugles of Heaven play
And the roll is called at the Judgment-day.
