Dead on the field of battle, we search but search in vain
To find the missing martyr 'mid the legions of the slain;
Downtrodden in the conflict there is nothing left to show
The consecrated service of the one who lies below.
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Dead on the field of battle, let patient mourners weep,
Nor dream that eulogies alone can bless the watch they keep;
For sacred is the hallowed spot where fairest blossoms bloom,
And where our starry banner waves above the soldiers' tomb.
Dead on the field of battle, in nameless graves they lie,