And fearful things were around her spread,
When she reach’d the field of the warrior-dead;
There lay the noble, the valiant, low—
Ay! but one word speaks of deeper woe;
There lay the loved—on each fallen head
Mothers vain blessings and tears had shed;
Sisters were watching in many a home
For the fetter’d footstep, no more to come;
Names in the prayer of that night were spoken,
Whose claim unto kindred prayer was broken;