J. M. O.

“ Who love the gallant brave!
A noble arm is crush’d that struck
Your native land to save;
Come! then gather ’round his bier,
And as ye go wipe away the tear,
Swear, to emulate him here,
And never die a slave.
IV.
Herbert is no more—yes, Herbert
So daring, yet so mild!
To other times he left his name
And lofty life, so wild;
Calm and quiet he is sleeping,
While Freedom, sadly weeping,
Bedews the mosses creeping
O’er the bosom of her child.
Montgomery, Ala.
J. M. O.
This work was published before January 1, 1929 and is anonymous or pseudonymous due to unknown authorship. ”