“ And no man shall ever suffer in the turmoil of the fray
The anguish of the mother of the boy who goes away.
You may boast men's deeds of glory, you may tell their courage great,
But to die is easier service than alone to sit and wait.
And I hail the little mother, with the tear stained face and grave
Who has given the Flag a soldier—she the bravest of the brave. ”