Sherman

Glory and honor and fame and everlasting laudation For our captains who loved not war, but fought for the life of the nation; Who knew that, in all the land, one slave meant strife, not peace; Who fought for freedom, not glory; made war that war might cease. Glory and honor and fame; the beating of muffled drums; The wailing funeral dirge, as the flag-wrapped coffin comes; Fame and honor and glory; and joy for a noble soul, For a full and splendid life, and laurelled rest at the goal. Glory and honor and fame; the pomp that a soldier prizes; The league-long waving line as the marching falls and rises; Rumbling of caissons and guns; the clatter of horses’ feet, And a million awe-struck faces far down the waiting street. But better than martial woe, and the pageant of civic sorrow; Better than praise of to-day, or the statue we build to-morrow; Better than honor and glory, and history’s iron pen, Was the thought of duty done and the love of his fellow-men.