It was a Sabbath morn,
The bell had chimed for church,
And the young and gay were gathering
Around the rustic porch;
There came an aged man,
In a soldier's garb was he,
And gazing round the group, he cried,
«Do none remember me?»
The veteran forgot
His friends were changed or gone;
The manly forms around him there,
As children he had known;
He pointed to the spot
Where his dwelling used to be,
Then told his name, and smiling said,
«You now remember me!»
Alas! None knew him there!
He pointed to a stone,
On which the name he breathed was traced,
A name to them unknown;
And then the old man wept,
«I am friendless now,» cried he;
«Where I had many friends in youth,
Not one remembers me!»