“Brave captain! canst thou speak?

What is it thou dost see?

A wondrous glory lingers on thy face,

The night is past; I’ve watched the night with thee.

Knowest thou the place?”

The place? ’Tis San Juan, comrade.

Is the battle over?

The victory—the victory—is it won?

My wound is mortal; I know I cannot recover—

The battle for me is done!