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The Heart Of The People, North And South, Is For The Union.

General Reynolds Immediately Found Himself Engaged With A Force Which Greatly Outnumbered His Own, And Had Scarcely Made His Dispositions For The Action When He Fell, Mortally Wounded, At The Head Of His Advance.

Let A Nation's Fervent Thanks Make Some Amends For The Toils And Sufferings Of Those Who Survive.

When I Am Dead, No Pageant Train Shall Waste Their Sorrows At My Bier. Nor Worthless Pomp Of Homage Vain Stain It With Hypocritic Tear.

You Shall Not Pile, With Servile Toil, Your Monuments Upon My Breast, Nor Yet Within The Common Soil, Lay Down The Wreck Of Power To Rest...