The manliest of ye all;
Why lies he at that fearful length,
And ye around his pall?
Ye reckon it in days since he
Strode up that foot-worn aisle,
With his dark eye flashing vividly,
And his lip wreathed with a smile.
Oh! had it been but told you then
To mark whose lamp was dim,
From out yon rank of fresh-lipped men,