Ah well! for us there ended all one man’s life with this—
A shot, a cry, a struggle, and a fainting woman’s kiss;
Life’s blood let ’mid the grasses—and all a world was lost,
And no one may ever know how he paid the cost.
He is lost in the crowd of the dead, in the night-time of death,
A name on a stone left to tell that he ever drew breath.
So desperate body die there, with your soul’s long release,
And unhappy spirit God grant you Eternity’s peace!
Printed by Ballantyne, Hanson & Co.
London & Edinburgh
Footnotes:
[21] “May my darling come through safely!”