A gallant foeman in the fight, <br />A brother when the fight was o'er, <br />The hand that led the host with might <br />The blessed torch of learning bore. <br /> <br />No shriek of shells nor roll of drums, <br />No challenge fierce, resounding far, <br />When reconciling Wisdom comes <br />To heal the cruel wounds of war. <br /> <br />Thought may the minds of men divide, <br />Love makes the heart of nations one, <br />And so, the soldier grave beside, <br />We honor thee, Virginia's son.<br /><br />Julia Ward Howe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/robert-e-lee-3/
