by these means to convey? It may be summed in a single sentence, --
forgetfulness of the past, effort in the present, and trust for the future."

Such was the lofty creed and last hopeful, but dying message
to his brothers of the South, whose war songs he had written,
and the requiem of whose martyred hosts he had chanted.

Such was the tragedy that ended in October, 1867, with the hero
at the age of thirty-seven; glory, genius, anguish, tears,
but unconquerable faith and heroic fortitude. His larger life scarce begun,
his full power felt, but only half expressed, he realized deeply --

"The petty done, the vast undone!"

He yearned with passionate longing and hope and conscious might
to fulfill an even greater mission; but in the infinite providence of God
the full fruitage of this exquisite soul was for another sphere.
He was indeed "one of those who stirred us, a friend of man and a lover.
In no country of this earth could he long have been an alien,
and that may now be said of his spirit. In no part of this universe
could it feel lonely or unbefriended; it was in harmony with all
that flowers or gives perfume in life."

The story of his last days, as given by his poet-friend, Paul Hayne,
at the latter's cottage among the pines, is of tender and peculiar interest,
and we quote it here, as it was written in 1873: --

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. . . In the latter summer-tide of this same year (1867),
I again persuaded him to visit me. Ah! how sacred now, how sad and sweet,