Steadfast and halo-spanned,
Where, still, like constellations burn,
Her footsteps in the sand.
THE UMPAME MUSKETEERS.
The musketeers went marching by,
Went marching, marching, marching by;
On, on with sword and bandoleer,
I saw men come and disappear;
And no one knew the reason why
The musketeers went marching by,