XXIII + 

The trumpet swells yet louder: they are here! + 

Yea, on your fathers’ bones the avengers tread, + 

Not this the time to weep upon the bier + 

That holds the ashes of your hero-dead, + 

If wreaths may twine for you, or laurels wave, + 

They shall not deck your life, but sanctify your grave. + 