A something pale of hue;
A something sad to view;
Dead or alive I dare not call it sweet.
II.
Not white as snow;
Not transient as a tear!
A warrior left it here,
It was his passport ere he met the foe.
III.
Here is a name,
A something pale of hue;
A something sad to view;
Dead or alive I dare not call it sweet.
II.
Not white as snow;
Not transient as a tear!
A warrior left it here,
It was his passport ere he met the foe.
III.
Here is a name,