The boy had been studying music in the South when the war broke out and had, without telling his father, enlisted in the Confederate Army. The heartbroken father asked if he could have a group of Army band members play a funeral dirge for his son at the funeral. That request was turned down because the soldier was a Confederate. Out of respect for the father, however, they said they would give him one musician. He chose a bugler, whom he asked to play a series of musical notes he had found on a piece of paper in the pocket of the dead youth's uniform.
Day is done.
Gone the sun, from the lake, from the hill, from the sky. All is well. Safely rest, God is nigh. Thanks and praise, for our days, 'neath the sun,'neath the stars, 'neath the sky. As we go, this we know.