hearts of gold was worn; Mother of Marion, Moultrie, Lee, Widow of fallen chivalry! No longer sadly look behind, But turn and face the morning wind, And feel sweet comfort in the thought: “With each fierce battle's sacrifice I sold the wrong at awful price, And bought the good; but knew it not.” Cheer up! Reach out! Breathe in new life Brood not on unsuccessful strife Against the current of the age; The Highest is thy heritage! Leave off this death's-head scowl at Fate, And into thy true heart sink