W W Scot
Tell A.P. Hill - Poem by W W Scot
No Epitaph more noble or sublime
Hath e'er been written in all tide of time;
Nor yet can be. It doth all fullness fill
These - Death's undying words - 'Tell A.P. Hill!'
Hill was already Fame's, and Jackson's death
Confirmed her verdict with his latest breath.
So LEE's last words, as his great heart grew still,
Were Fame's and Jackson's own - 'Tell A.P. Hill!'
'Prepare for action!' Ah, the action's done!
These three have met on fields beyond the sun.
But Fame endures, and shall endure until
Her trumpets cease to sound - 'Tell A.P. Hill!'
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