66. requiem.
by George Lunt.
Breathe, trumpets! breatheSlow notes of saddest wailing;
Sadly responsive peal,
Ye muffled drums!
Comrades, with downcast eyes
And muskets trailing!
Attend him home--
The youthful warrior comes.
Upon his shield,
Upon his shield returning,
Borne from the field of honor
Where he fell--
Glory and grief, together clasped
In mourning,
His fame, his fate,
With sobs exulting tell.
Wrap round his breast
The flag his breast defended--
His country's flag,
In battle's front unrolled;
For it he died--
On earth for ever ended,
His brave young life
Lives in each sacred fold.
With proud, fond tears,
By tinge of shame untainted,
Bear him, and lay him
Gently in his grave:
Above the hero write,
The young, half-sainted:
His country asked his life,
His life he gave.