Lee's Surrender To Grant.
With bearing like a statue on its base,
With modest mien he gently turned his face
To humbly greet his greatest enemy;
And from his side he drew his sword to free
It from its sheath and secret hiding place,
And then with manly poise and courtly grace,
Beneath the sky and famous apple tree,
He passed it to his stern and conqu'ring foe.
The soldier brave, with priceless trophy won,
Turned to his captive peer, and bowing low,
His victory complete and duty done,
Gave back the trophy of the battle's glow,
That peace be till the setting of the sun.
__Henry Polk Lowenstein, Kansas City, Mo.
Contemporary Kansas Poetry
Helen Rhoda Hoopes
(Kansas City: Joseph D. Havens Company. 1927)