SENTINEL SONGS.
When falls the soldier brave, Dead at the feet of wrong, The poet sings and guards his grave With sentinels of song.
Songs, march! he gives command, Keep faithful watch and true; The living and dead of the conquered land Have now no guards save you.
Gray ballads! mark ye well! Thrice holy is your trust! Go! halt by the fields where warriors fell; Rest arms! and guard their dust.
List! Songs! your watch is long, The soldiers' guard was brief; Whilst right is right, and wrong is wrong, Ye may not seek relief.