| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 1499. May 30, 1893 |
| | | By John Kendrick Bangs |
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| IT seemed to be but chance, yet who shall say | |
| That ’t was not part of Nature ’s own sweet way, | |
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| That on the field where once the cannon’s breath | |
| Laid many a hero cold and stark in death, | |
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| Some little children, in the after-years, | 5 |
| Had come to play among the grassy spears, | |
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| And, all unheeding, when their romp was done, | |
| Had left a wreath of wild flowers over one | |
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| Who fought to save his country, and whose lot | |
| It was to die unknown and rest forgot? | 10 |
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