Over the Grave

Brig. Gen. Felix K. Zollicoffer, CSA


 “First in the fight and first in the arms

Of the white-winged angel of glory,

With the heart of the South at the feet of God

And his wounds to tell the story.


For the blood that flowed from his hero heart

On the spot where he nobly perished

Was drunk by the earth as a sacrament

In the holy cause he cherished.


But a handful of dust in the land of his choice

And a name in song and story,

And fame to shout with a trumpet voice –

He died on the field of glory.”


From: Confederate Veteran Magazine, Vol. XVIII, No. 4, April, 1910