As his corse to the rampart we hurried;
Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot
O’er the grave where our hero we buried.
“We buried him darkly at dead of night,
The sods with our bayonets turning,
By the glimmering moonbeam’s fitful light
And the camp-fires dimly burning.”
Again, is this a worthy echo of “a people’s voice”?
“And thro’ the centuries let a people’s voice
In full acclaim,