SULLIVAN POTTER Narrative: To a place some call Manassas And others call Bull Run Marched two great armies -Blue and Gray In the Spring of ’61. Two generals manuevered And emplaced their heavy guns But Sullivan Potter’s final thoughts Were of Sarah and his sons. (Lyrics – 1st verse) I dreamed of you last night, dear wife Of our home-so far away: Saw the dear children kneel by the fireside bright – I could almost hear them pray ! But the grandfather’s clock that I bought for your Birthday It was silent: the hands stopped at Ten - Then I...