There was no patriot like Baker, So noble and so true: He fell as a soldier on the field, His face to the sky of blue…. No squeamish notions filled his breast, The Union was his theme, “No surrender and no compromise,” His day thought and night’s dream. His country has her part to play, To’rds those he left behind, His widow and his children all— She must always keep in mind.
By 10 year old Willie Lincoln.
