Said Kelly and Burke and Shea.
“Oh, the fighting races don’t die out,
If they seldom die in bed—
For love is first in their hearts, no doubt,”
Said Burke; then Kelly said:
“When Michael, the high Archangel, stands,
The Angel with the sword,
And the battle-dead from a hundred lands
Are ranged in one big horde—
Our line, that for Gabriel’s trumpet waits,