Urbana Union

He sleeps his last sleep, the brave and the good.
On the soil where proud Cumberland's Army once stood.
The dark bloody stream, Chickamauga's wave crossed,
And into the haven of rest he has passed.
His conflict is ended, a soldier he died.
Undismayed by the roar of the battle's fierce tide;
For the land of Columbia all dangers he braved,
To perch on her banner, 'The Union is saved.'
He's laid down to rest, all weary and worn,
But his name 'twill be cherished by ages unborn;
A patriot so true, and a hero was he,
His life it was given Columbia for thee.
He's sleeping, yet living, the young and the brave,
Tho' his body is laid in the gloom of the grave;
His proud spirit, triumphant, has risen above,
And entered the mansions of heavenly love.
He fell at his post, a veteran tried.
For the cause he loved dearly he willingly died;
We mourn that he fell, so young and so brave,
So soon to be carried away to the grave.
Thy banner, Columbia, he fought to uphold,
In honor and triumph - so fearless and bold,
And his blood that besprinkled that banner will tell,
How bravely he fought and how nobly he fell.
The glittering hosts their vigils shall keep.
But thou shalt sleep on, for thy slumb'rings are deep;
Cold winter's rude blasts o'er thy low bed shall howl,
And o'er thee shall float the sweet anthems of heav'n.