[September 20, 1854]
WILLIE, fold your little hands;
  Let it drop,—that “soldier” toy;
Look where father’s picture stands,—
  Father, that here kissed his boy
Not a mouth since,—father kind,
Who this night may (never mind
Mother’s sob, my Willie dear)
Cry out loud that He may hear
Who is God of battles,—cry,
“God...