In Tribute

Because my father wore the gray,
I have a right to greet each day
With love and pride, and tribute pay
To every son who wore the gray.

In looking back on sixty-five,
How very few who now survive
Of that brave band who marched away,
Our loyal sons who wore the gray.

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Methinks when heaven's gate swings wide,
And in shall flow its human tide,
Redeemed and pure shall pass that day
E very blessed son who wore Confederate gray.

[Lovingly dedicated to my father, John W. (Fax) Williams, Company K,
6th Virginia Cavalry, Confederate Veteran, Vol. 39, 1931, p. 224 Daisy William Johnson, ]