He fell, forsaken, undismayed,
True to the land that thus his trust betrayed.
His was the hardest part,
That tries the staunchest heart;
Better the headlong charge when hundreds die,
Than the relentless foe
Watching to strike the blow,
And the slow waiting while the bullets fly—
No friends, no hope, but, like a star,
High duty shining through the clouds of war.