Slept on the field, or lost or won--
Children dear of the Holy One!
Rest in your wintry sod.
Rest, your noble Devoir is done--
Done — and forever!--ours, to-day,
The dreary drift and the frozen clay
By trampling armies trod--
The smoky shroud of the War-Simoon,
The maddened Crime at bay with her Doom,
And fighting it, clod by clod.
O Calm and Glory!--beyond the gloom,
Above the bayonets bend and bloom
The lilies and palms of God.