BREATHE, trumpets, breathe
Slow notes of
saddest wailing,�
Sadly responsive peal, ye muffled
drums;
Comrades, with downcast eyes
And banners
trailing,
Attend him home,�
The youthful warrior
comes.
Upon his shield,
Upon his shield returning,
Borne from the field of honor
Where he fell;
Glory and
grief, together clasped
In mourning,
His fame, his
fate
With sobs exulting tell.
Wrap round his
breast
The flag his breast defended,�
His country's
flag,
In battle's front unrolled:
For it he died; 20
On earth forever ended
His brave young life
Lives in
each sacred fold.
With proud fond tears,
By tinge
of shame untainted,
Bear him, and lay him
Gently in
his grave:
Above the hero write,�
The young,
half-sainted,�
His country asked his life,
His life he
gave! |
