Company K

THERE'S a cap in the closet,Old, tattered, and blue,That would be little value,It may be, to you;But a crown jewel-studdedCould not buy it to-day,With its letters of honor,Brave "Company K."

The head that it shelteredNeeds shelter no more;Dead heroes make holyThe trifles they wore;So a wreath better winningThan laurel and baySeems the cap of the soldier,Marked "Company K."