An iron ransom from the chain may pay,
And win, what haply fate may yet accord,
A soldier’s death—the all now left an empire’s lord!
XCI.
Search for him now where bloodiest lie the files
Which once were men, the faithful and the brave!
Search for him now where loftiest rise the piles
Of shatter’d helms and shields which could not save,
And crests and banners never more to wave
In the free winds of heaven! He is of those