And found in that bright land a common grave.
“Their corpses pale were found upon the plain
Where the stern conflict deadliest had been:
In mute embrace the undivided twain
With love on each dead feature stamped, were seen.
Their spirits blest repose from earthly pain
In God’s own peace, ineffable, serene.
Their bodies—where they fell among the brave,
Have found in that bright land a common grave.”
He ceased; but ceased not yet his voice’s tone