U. S. Grant Poem by Orie Bower
U. S. Grant
Brave Grant, our wise and noble foe,
Found fighting Dixie fraught with woe.
He picked up Lee, exhausted, bled,
As hunters pick up game when dead.
He fought the South as soldier brave,
Then eased her kindly to her grave.
In vict’ry’s whitest heat unharmed,
This oft-tried diamond glittered, charmed.
Monday, October 11, 2010
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