Julia Ward Howe

(1819 - 1910 / United States)

Robert E. Lee - Poem by Julia Ward Howe

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.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 20, 2010



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