Beacons above a hundred thousand graves:
The graves of heroes who have won the fight,
Who in the storming of the stubborn town
Have rung the marriage peal of might and right,
And scaled the cliffs and cast the dragon down.
Pæans of armies thrill across the sea,
Till Europe answers—"Let the struggle cease,
The bloody page is turned; the next may be
For ways of pleasantness and paths of peace!"—
A golden morn—a dawn of better things—