Of generous boys in happiness thus bred—
Saturnians through life’s Tempe led,
Went from the North and came from the South,
With golden mottoes in the mouth,
To lie down midway on a bloody bed.
Woe for the homes of the North,
And woe for the seats of the South;
All who felt life’s spring in prime,
And were swept by the wind of their place and time—
All lavish hearts, on whichever side,