Each in the thought that a woman cared,
Murmured a prayer to God,
Lifting his gaze to the blue above
There on the battle sod.
Each in the joy of a woman’s love,
Smiled through the pain of death,
Murmured the sound of a woman’s name,
Tho’ with his parting breath.
Pale grew the dying lips of each,
Then, as the sun went down,