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Rh Its lead he followed in gentle ways

Which never the valiant mar;

A cap we sent him, bestarred, to replace

The sun-scorched helm of war:

A fillet he made of the shining lace

Childhood's laughing brow to grace—

Not his was a goldsmith's star.

O, much of doubt in after days

Shall cling, as now, to the war;

Of the right and the wrong they'll still debate,

Puzzled by Stonewall's star:

"Fortune went with the North elate"

"Ay, but the south had Stonewall's weight,

And he fell in the South's vain war."