With muffled drums and the flag that was furled <br />With the cause that was lost, when the last smoke curled <br />From the last old gun, at the last brave stand- <br />His soul marched on with the old command; <br />And the step was slow, as they bore away, <br />To await the eternal muster day, <br />Their old-time comrade, lost awhile, <br />But loved long since for the brave old smile <br />That cleared the way when he only knew <br />His ways were Gray and their ways were Blue; <br />And if for a time, he walked alone, <br />He's all right now, for 'Longstreet's home:' <br />Back to his old command he's gone, <br />With Lee and Jackson looking on, <br />And cheering him back to the ranks again <br />With the Blue and the Gray all melted in.<br /><br />Anonymous Americas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/james-longstreet/
