He gazed upon a world full of responsibilities and perils.
But he looked back at Charleston the gay, the volatile and the beautiful, with real affection.

It was almost buried now in flowers and foliage.
Spring was at the full, every breeze was sharply sweet with grassy flavors.

The very triumph and joy of living penetrated his soul.
Youth swept aside the terrors of war.

He was going home after victory.
He soon left Charleston out of sight.

A last roof or steeple glittered for a moment in the sun and then was gone.