The lonely man with the chin like John Calhoun’s Works hard and is ill at ease in his Richmond White House. His health was never too strong⁠—it is tiring now Under a mass of detail, under the strain Of needless quarrels with secretaries and chiefs And a Congress already beginning to criticize him. He puts his trust in God with a charmed devotion And his faith, too often, in men who can feed his vanity. They mock him for it. He cannot understand mocking. There is something in him that prickles the pride of men Whom Lincoln could have used, and makes them his foes. Joe Johnston and he have been at odds from the first, Beauregard and he are at odds and will be at odds, One could go through a list⁠— He is quite as stubborn as Lincoln In supporting the people he trusts through thick and thin, But⁠—except for Lee⁠—the people he trusts so far Seldom do the work that alone can repay the trust. They fail in the end and his shoulders carry the failure,