Aye! Lay the banner across his breast,
With chaplets twine the marble brow,
It will be calmer now.
What boon but this demand the brave,
A warrior’s fame, a warrior’s grave?
This land, where peace and plenty reign,
He left for a field of death and strife,
To offer up, in Freedom’s fane,
A sacrifice—his life.
More glorious gift could mortal give?