Jonathan E. Hoag

“ Thou heard'st the scream of deadly shot and shell;
Thou knew'st wild horrors mortal cannot tell!
Thou saw'st the haggard face upturned to skies,
And bodies torn, with staring, sightless eyes.
Now, when thy feebler, faltering steps we see,
Thy children all will come to honor thee.
Thine admonitions each hath often heard;
Let none forget thine earnest, prayerful word!
And when thy bier beneath the flag shall lie,
Whilst marching comrades bear thee with a sigh,
A grateful land will rise to call thee blest,
Nor cease to mourn the hero gone to rest. ”