ON THE DEATH OF LIEUTENANT HALSTED.
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How fell he? In battle,
While death raged around?
Did he sink at the moment
With victory crowned?
No! a conqueror in war,
He in peace met his doom,
Which so suddenly hurried him
Into the tomb.
While death raged around?
Did he sink at the moment
With victory crowned?
No! a conqueror in war,
He in peace met his doom,
Which so suddenly hurried him
Into the tomb.
In martial procession
They follow the bier,
While the dirge for the dead
Slowly strikes on the ear;
And the arms which in life
He had never disgraced,
In death, with deep grief,
On his coffin are placed.
They follow the bier,
While the dirge for the dead
Slowly strikes on the ear;
And the arms which in life
He had never disgraced,
In death, with deep grief,
On his coffin are placed.
And now, as the corse
Is inclosed in the ground,
The vaulted roof echoes
The awful death-sound.
Is inclosed in the ground,
The vaulted roof echoes
The awful death-sound.
