Edwin Hobby

“ By the veteran dead, with their banner now furled—
War’s trumpet’s unblown, and his lances unhurled—
Are they still with the Chief they adore?
Tom Green is no more, loved and honored he lies
Near his home by the murmuring river,
In the soil he saved, ’neath his own southern skies,
Where praises from lips yet unborn shall arise,
And bless him forever and ever.
There let him sleep on undisturbed in repose,
And cease for the hero to sigh;
Life’s morning was honor, in greatness it rose,
’Twas a sunset of splendor, that life at its close,
He died as a soldier should die. ”

“ Shall brighten our history’s pages,
’Till crumbled in dust, is the record of glory,
’Till valor’s forgotten, and nations grow hoary,
Undim’d by the shadows of ages.
Massachusetts’ black banner wav’d on Galveston’s Strand,
The roll of her drums echoed nightly,
(Sad sound to the freedmen, who dwelt on the land)
It was heard by his ear, it was caught by his band,
A stain on our ’scutcheon unsightly.
Night closed and morn came, what a change had been wrought?
What proud banner floateth there now?
Ah! the victory’s won, Green the battle has fought! ”