In her sweet lap, who gave them birth,
They find their tranquil grave.
Montgomery.”
“Come, comrades, come, with lowly hearts come,
And grief’s cypress wreaths let us borrow,
Whilst the trumpet’s long wail, and the muffled drum,
Will bespeak our tear-burdened sorrow.
Come, comrades, come, a chieftain has gone,
A beacon with victory beaming,