The red stains from each brow,
And the proud forms by battle gashed
Are free from anguish now.
The neighboring troop, the flashing blade,
The bugle’s stirring blast,
The charge, the dreadful cannonade,
The din and shout are passed—
Nor war’s wild note, nor glory’s peal,
Shall thrill with fierce delight
Those breasts that never more may feel