Thou should’st find a shallow grave.
Foeward, bravely turn thy face,
Seek no measure small of grace;
And when loud the trumpets call,
Bravely stand or bravely fall.
Whether vict’ry or defeat,
Laurel wreath or winding sheet
Be thy meed—’twill differ not,
Soon or late ’twill be forgot.
Only thou, heart, e’er shalt know