Stedman and Hutchinson, comps. A Library of American Literature:
An Anthology in Eleven Volumes. 1891.
Vols. IX–XI: Literature of the Republic, Part IV., 1861–1889
For Ronald in his Grave
By Charles Goodrich Whiting (18421922)[From The Saunterer. 1886.]
O
Oh is the air still sweet?
Oh is there joy yet in the day,
And life yet in the street?
I thought the winds would rave,
I thought that every heart would ache
For Ronald in his grave.
To smile when mine’s so sore!
Oh deeper stings the cruel smart
Than e’en it did before!
And all the banners wave,
The children shout, the horses prance,—
And Ronald in his grave?