noon
dear to the heart of every Texan , every American , every soldier , and every patriot . Peace to thee , noble Fanning ! and may the purest joys of heaven be yours in that eternity to which we all are hastening . * * * * * It was noon ! Still and cold lay the four hundred forms upon the Plaza . Even as they sank , so they slept . No disturbing hand had misplaced one stiffened member .