Many A Law, Many A Commandment Have

High Minds, Of Native Pride And Force, Most Deeply Feel Thy Pangs, Remorse; Fear, For Their Scourge, Means Villains Have, Thou Art The Torturer Of The Brave!

Soldier, Rest! Thy Warfare O'er.

But With Morning Cool Repentance Came.

Like The Dew On The Mountain, Like The Foam On The River, Like The Bubble On The Fountain, Thou Art Gone, And For Ever!

Heaven Know Its Time; The Bullet Has Its Billet