Gaze on no vision purer, more supernal,
Than Liberty by human virtue won:
The highest throne on God’s right hand in Heaven
To him who for his country falls is given;
The Hero’s death is endless life begun!
But soon the last “adieus” were said,
The kiss exchanged, the tear-drop shed,
And then our heroes, girt for fight,
Marched forth to battle in their might:
Like a broad river on the plain