The easiest is their last.
The morn was up, the flickering morn
Of summer, towards the fall.
"Bravely is all," the guardsman said;
Said Hale, "God's grace is all."
And now the Provost-Marshal came
With soldiers—all was ripe;
But out of Hale's tobacco, first,
He filled and smoked a pipe.
Forth passed the man, through all disguise,