Like mere abstractions, empty sounds to which

We join no feeling and attach no form!

As if the soldier died without a wound;

As if the fibres of this godlike frame

Were gored without a pang; as if the wretch

Who fell in battle, doing bloody deeds,

Pass’d off to heaven, translated, and not killed;

As though he had no wife to pine for him—

No God to judge him! Therefore, evil days

Are coming on us, O my countrymen!