Julia Ward Howe (Джулия Уорд Хау)

Robert E. Lee

A gallant foeman in the fight,
 A brother when the fight was o'er,
The hand that led the host with might
 The blessed torch of learning bore.

No shriek of shells nor roll of drums,
 No challenge fierce, resounding far,
When reconciling Wisdom comes
 To heal the cruel wounds of war.

Thought may the minds of men divide,
 Love makes the heart of nations one,
And so, the soldier grave beside,
 We honor thee, Virginia's son.

1. Limitations of Benevolence
2. Tribute to Oliver Wendell Holmes
3. Mother's Day Proclamation
4. The Flag
5. The Bee's Song

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