"It is a weary march. The soldiers are foot-sore, hungry, exhausted. Some drop from the ranks, and fall asleep in a moment upon the frozen ground. Mile after mile they drag themselves along. Little children give them bread, glad to do so much for those who have fought so bravely, and receive in return a kind 'God bless you!'"—Coffin, 1879

God Bless You

"It is a weary march. The soldiers are foot-sore, hungry, exhausted. Some drop from the ranks, and fall…