“Wiped the cold dew-drops from his cheek And sought the mourner’s side again. “Once more, dear lady, I must speak: Your last remaining son was slain Just at the closing of the fight; Twas he who sent me here to-night.” “God knows,” the man said afterward, “The fight itself was not so hard.””

“Wiped the cold dew-drops from his cheek And sought the mourner’s side again. “Once more, dear lady, I must speak: Your last remaining son was slain Just at the closing of the fight; Twas he who sent me here to-night.” “God knows,” the man said afterward, “The fight itself was not so hard.””

— Ella Wheeler Wilcox