Hush’d be the camps to-day, + 

And soldiers let us drape our war-worn weapons, + 

And each with musing soul retire to celebrate, + 

Our dear commander’s death. + 

No more for him life’s stormy conflicts, + 

Nor victory, nor defeat⁠—no more time’s dark events, + 

Charging like ceaseless clouds across the sky. + 

But sing poet in our name, + 

Sing of the love we bore him⁠—because you, dweller in camps, know it truly. + 

As they invault the coffin there, + 

Sing⁠—as they close the doors of earth upon him⁠—one verse, + 

For the heavy hearts of soldiers. + 