What cause unhallow’d and accursed, declare,
Hath bathed with carnage this ignoble field?
Think’st thou they know?—they but inflict and share
Misery and death, the motive unreveal’d!
—Sold to a leader, sold himself to die,
With him they strive—they fall—and ask not why.
But are there none who love them? Have they none—
No wives, no mothers, who might rush between,
And win with tears the husband and the son
Back to his home, from this polluted scene?