Rest, though the clamorous surge of war

Follow thy peace to the great doors of Death;

As in thy fearless life, so now, the cannons' roar,

The roll of drums, at thy last breath

Proclaim thee Conqueror!

The prophets and the warriors who have passed

That way before thy coming, welcome thee;

The Angel's trumpet sounds a nobler blast,

And kings and knights of the old chivalry

Now hail thee at the last.

Thy days, thy deeds, thy words of proven gold,

Thy son, and last of all, thyself did give

For Country's sake, and now the tale is told

Thy splendid memory shall breathe and live

Till all men's hearts lie cold.