FOR ONE OF THE KILLED.

There on the field of battle

Lies the young warrior dead:

Who shall speak in the soldier's honor?

How shall his praise be said?

Cannon, there in the battle,

Thundered the soldier's praise,

Hark! how the volumed volleys echo

Down through the far-off days!

Tears for the grief of a father,

For a mother's anguish, tears;

But for him that died in his country's battle,

Glory and endless years.