...hought of ill In the midnight of grief held fast, And yet, oh Brothers, be loyal still To the sacred and stainless Past. She is glancing now from the vapor and cloud, From the waning mansion of Mars , And the pride of her beauty is wanly bowed, And her eyes are misted stars. And she speaks in a voice that is sad as death, “There is duty still to be done, Thoa the trumpet of onset has ...