And whose quick returns speak a spirit free,
An honored guest; for, on the morrow,
They must part with him in pain and sorrow.
The glittering emblems his shoulders bear
Bid him for strife and for peril prepare;
Bid him go forth at his Country’s call,
With her banner to triumph, or on it to fall.
A moment’s pause, as with ready hand
The waiter hurries, at command,
To clear the table, and, instead