You fell into our arms
We tried but there was nothing we could do
After the surrender on the 9th of April, Lee met with Grant on the 10th; they talked for half an hour about the other Confederate forces still in the field. On the 12th Lee broke camp at Appomattox and started for Richmond; he bivouacs with Longstreet (his “Old War Horse”) in the evening and it would be the last time they spend together.
By the 14th Lee reaches his brother’s farm in Powhatan County; the house is full so Lee insists on sleeping in his tent. As Lee sleeps in his tent for the last time, Lincoln attends the theater and is shot.
On the 15th Lee rides into a burned Richmond and witnesses the damage. He rode by Bell Isle prison camp, now deserted of federal prisoners, and through a city-mile leveled by fire. A crowd had gathered and followed him (with applause and appreciation) to a place to stay, 707 East Franklin Street. Lee turned his horse over to an aide, entered a gate, and climbed a few steps; there he paused, bowed politely, and entered the house. Lincoln died on the 15th at 7:22 a.m.
Like Lee, Lincoln appears to be someone you wanted on your side; in this case, unlike Lee, Lincoln lived his life for the Republic.
Nothing we could do
All evidence has been buried
All tapes have been erased
But your footsteps give you away
*Next Heal Union on 18 April: 240th Revere, Dawes and the speech of His Majesty’s subjects.
Posted by Bryan W. Brickner