“Hark! what is that? an alarm, a surprise,”

He mutters with terror now rife.

Then comes a flash, a report of a gun,

A man on his knees crying, “What have I done!

Oh God! I have kill’d him, the scapegrace, my son!”

That’s a scene from the Drama of Life!

’Tis the gory field of battle,

Where the conflict rages high,

And the two opposing armies

Now have sworn to do or die.