به پاگنده برای خرد و حضورش در جمع

TO fight aloud,is very brave
But gallanter I know
Who charge within the bosom
The cavalry of woe

Who win, and nations do not see
Who fall , and none observe
Whose dying eyes, no country
Regards with patriot love

We trust,in plumed procession
For such,the angels go
Rank after Rank , with even feet
.And Uniforms of Snow