504 HISTORY OF THE TWENTIETH TENNESSEE REGIMENT

God knows best he has somebody s love;

Somebody s heart enshrined him there,

Somebody wafted his name above,

Night and morn, on the wings of prayer.

Somebody wept when he marched away,

Looking so handsome, brave, and grand ;

Somebody s kiss on his forehead lay,

Somebody clung to his parting hand.

Somebody s watching and \vaiting for him,

Yearning to hold him again to her heart;

And there he lies with his blue eyes dim,

And the smiling, child-like lips apart.

Tenderly bury the fair young dead,

Pausing to drop on his grave a tear;

Carve on the wooden slab o er his head ;

& quot;Somebody s darling slumbers here. & quot;

WHEN THE; LAST ONE PASSES AWAY.

This poem was written by Beverly R. Dudley, after the war.

When the last bright ray of sunshine

Beams around the hoary head,

Of our last Confederate veteran,

Ere his final hymn is read ;

When we see the last one shrouded,

In his tattered suit of gray,

How our hearts will flood with sadness,

As he s softly borne away.

Close beside his bier we ll gather

To proclaim a last farewell,

To our last Confederate veteran,

Ere they toll his funeral-knell.

And we ll ponder o er the parting,

And we ll wonder at the way,

Death has swallowed up in victory

Every one that wore the gray.