Over hills and through valleys below,
Leaving there, with the children and women,
John Lewis, unfitted to go.
Too weak for the toil of the travel,
Too old in the fight to have part,
Too feeble to stalk through the forest,
Yet fierce as a storm in his heart—
He chafed that without him his neighbors
Should thus to the battle-field start.
“How well,” he exclaimed, “I remember,