Mark that inscription on the graven stone,

Within sleeps he, who stood ’mongst men alone.

Within sleeps he who at Marengo fought,

Whose skill and courage set his foes at naught;

Who led his men beneath th’ Egyptian Sun,

Scarce fought a battle, but the day he won.

Who, living, loved the cannon’s deadly roar,

And made his trumpets heard on every shore;

Who, with his eagle banner, never furled,

His conquering legions over-ran the world.