Two last verses, from poems once popular.

The Conquered Banner
Father Abram Ryan
Fold that banner! softly, slowly;
Treat it gently- it is holy-
For it droops above the dead,
Touch it not- unfold it never,
Let it droop there, furled forever,
For the peoples' (i>hopes are dead!

Fold it Carefully
Sir Henry Houghton, Bart.,
(A reply to "The Conquered Banner)"

Furl that banner, sadly, slowly,
Treat it gently, for 'tis holy:
'Till that day- yes, furl it sadly,
Then once more unfurl it gladly-
Conquered Banner- keep it still!

Allan's Lonestar Ballads.