To fight aloud is very brave,
- To fight aloud is very brave,
- But gallanter, I know,
- Who charge within the bosom,
- The cavalry of woe.
- Who win, and nations do not see,
- Who fall, and none observe,
- Whose dying eyes no country
- Regards with patriot love.
- We trust, in plumed procession,
- For such the angels go,
- Rank after rank, with even feet
- And uniforms of snow.