Tofightaloud,isverybrave

To fight aloud, is very brave --

But gallanter, I know

Who charge within the bosom

The Cavalry of Woe --

Who win, and nations do not see --

Who fall -- and none observe --

Whose dying eyes, no Country

Regards with patriot love --

We trust, in plumed procession

For such, the Angels go --

Rank after Rank, with even feet --

And Uniforms of Snow.