Beyond the name of France,
Beyond his hero-glance,—
He thought, belike, of her who gave him breath.
VIII.
O thou dead son!
O Sachal! far away,
But not forgot to-day,
I had a mother, too, but now have none.
IX.
Our hopes are brave.
Beyond the name of France,
Beyond his hero-glance,—
He thought, belike, of her who gave him breath.
VIII.
O thou dead son!
O Sachal! far away,
But not forgot to-day,
I had a mother, too, but now have none.
IX.
Our hopes are brave.