...r fight. Some passed from the realms of life In the battle's sanguine strife, Smitten down, in carnage, low By the hand of dastard foe; Who would pluck the beaming stars From our flag, invoking Mars To look on their deeds of blood With the mien of gratitude. Mourners, in whose every heart There has entered sorrow's dart, Sorrow for the loved ones gone To the confines of the tomb-- Seek th...