We buried him grandly in noon's full light,
The clay to earth's bosom returning;
With the cheerful sunbeams shining bright,
And within the lantern burning.
Three costly coffins encased his breast,
(In sheet and in shroud they had wound him);
And he lay like a conqueror taking his rest
With his marshal compeers round him.
Many and long were the prayers we said,
And we murmured last words of sorrow;