Why changes now the patriot’s mien,

Erewhile so loftily serene?

Thus can approaching death control

The might of that commanding soul?

No!—Heard ye not that thrilling cry

Which told of bitterest agony?

He heard it, and at once, subdued,

Hath sunk the hero’s fortitude.

He heard it, and his heart too well

Whence rose that voice of woe can tell;