With muffled drums and the flag that was furled With the cause that was lost, when the last smoke curled From the last old gun, at the last brave stand-- His soul marched on with the old command; And the step was slow, as they bore away, To await the eternal muster day, Their old-time comrade, lost awhile, But loved long since for the brave old smile That cleared the way when he only knew His ways were Gray and their ways were Blue; And if for a time, he walked alone, He's all right now, for "Longstreet's home:" Back to his old command he's gone, With Lee and Jackson looking on, And cheering him back to the ranks again With the Blue and the Gray all melted in.
