Of these midnight slaves of the pen.
Forgive them a caustic, or feeble phrase,
And remember they are but men.
Funny Folks, January 9th, 1875.
THE SONG OF THE SWORD.
Weary, and wounded, and worn, wounded and ready to die,
A soldier they left, all alone and forlorn, on the field of the battle to lie.
The dead and the dying alone could their presence and pity afford,
Whilst, with a sad and terrible tone, he sang ... the Song of the Sword.