| 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. |
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