Here's a poem (fragments he copied from a poet from his state) that a certain yankee named Col. Edward Cross kept in his effects. Don't think anyone would he lifting up Mr. Cross...lol.

" 'Tis sweet for our country to die

In the front rank to perish;

Breast to the foe

Victory's shout in our ear;

Long they our statues shall crown

And in songs our memories cherish;

We shall look forth from our haven

Pleased the sweet music to hear."