Warrior! rest; thy toil is o’er,
The trumpet’s sound calls thee no more,
The Eagle Standard floats on high,
But closed is its defender’s eye.
Strewn flowers above the honored dead,
Shed fragrance o’er his hallowed bed;
Let the unfading Amaranth twine
With Cypress and the Eglantine.
Glory to Him, whose home of love
Waits to receive his soul above!