Hush’d be the shout of joy in every throat,
And veiled the flash of pride in every eye.
“Not with Te Deums loud and high hosannas
Greet we the awful victory we have won,
But with our arms revers’d and lowered banners
We stand—our work is done!
“Thy work is done, God, terrible and just,
Who lay’dst upon our hearts and hands this task,
And kneeling, with our foreheads in the dust,
We venture Peace to ask.”