Where the foremost flag was flying, <br />Pierce'd by manny a shot and shell, <br />Where the bravest men were dying, <br />There our gallant captain fell. <br />"Boys! you follow now another; <br />Follow till the foe shall yield;" <br />Then he whisper'd, "Tell my mother <br />Stephen died upon the field." <br />"Mother!" <br />"Mother!" <br />"Stephen died upon the field." <br /> <br />Through the battle they bore him, <br />But his words were growing wild; <br />Heeding not the scenes before him, <br />Stephen was once more a child. <br />"Ah, she comes! there is no other <br />Speaks my name with such a joy; <br />Press me to your bosom, mother, <br />Call my still your darling joy." <br />"Mother!" <br />"Mother!" <br />"Call my still your darling joy." <br /> <br />Men who were not used to weeping, <br />Turn'd aside to hide a tear, <br />When they saw the pallor creeping, <br />That assured them death was near. <br />Kindly as he were a brother, <br />Strangers caught his parting breath, <br />Laden with the mumur "mother" <br />Last upon his lips in death. <br />"Mother!" <br />"Mother!" <br />Last upon his lips in death.<br /><br />Henry Clay Work<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/our-captain-s-last-words/
