To those, the long forgotten slain
Whose relics moulder silently;
And o’er their foes, the warriors red,
Who for their fenceless acres bled,
Let none a tear refuse to shed—
’Tis due to Nature’s chivalry.
What more becomes a noble foe,
Than o’er the brave, his sword laid low,
To let the tears of sorrow flow?
They glorify his victory.