And bell of wandering kine, are heard.
No solemn host goes trailing by
The black-mouth’d gun and staggering wain;
Men start not at the battle-cry:
Oh, be it never heard again!
Soon rested those who fought; but thou
Who minglest in the harder strife
For truths which men receive not now,
Thy warfare only ends with life.
A friendless warfare! lingering long