Photos c. 2009-2014
STREW FLOWERS
by Augusta Ponster, Ala.
Daughters of Dixie’s sunny land,
Strew ye with kind and tender hand
These flowers upon the soldier’s grave
Who died this once bright land to save.
Though lost the cause in which he fell,
His deeds ye ne’er can love too well;
Too high an honor ne’er can show
To him whose dust now sleeps below.
Maids and matron, place here a flower,
And thank God for this sacred hour;
Bless Him, that though of much bereft,
Pride in your bosoms still is left.
[Times-Picayune, May 24, 1866]
The Lookout Artillery, CSA 
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