And as the grief-charg’d sound moves sad along,
Unstrings the lute, and stills the wood nymph’s song.
O’er all the sad’n’d scene the mournful train,
In keenest anguish, join the solemn strain;
Whilst recollection, with tenacious power,
Thickens the gloom that damps the passing hour.
The many banner’d trump of clarion fame,
Sounds in full chords the blood stain’d warrior’s name,
Echoes to realms remote, and nations far,
The mighty power of man-destroying war.