Leaving its channel all dry and mute—
Woe for the Broken Heart and Lute!
THE BURIAL IN THE DESERT.
“How weeps yon gallant band
O’er him their valour could not save!
For the bayonet is red with gore,
And he, the beautiful and brave,
Now sleeps in Egypt’s sand.” Wilson.
In the shadow of the Pyramid
Our brother’s grave we made,