This, as a common good, the state possess,
And a whole people, here, their safety bless.
Firm and unyielding, when the armed man
Still presses on, and combats in the van;
And casts the thought of shameful flight away;
And patient-daring, to the perilous fray
Presents his life and soul; and, with his eye,
And voice, exhorts his fellow men to die,
Here is the warrior found; this, this is bravery.
He breaks the bristling phalanx from afar:
His foresight rules the floating wave of war;
Fallen in the foremost ranks, he leaves a name,
His father's glory, and his country's fame.
All on the front, he bears full many a wound,
That rived his breast-plate and his buckler's
round;
Old men and youths let fall the sorrowing tear,
And a whole people mourns around his bier.
Fame decks his tomb, and shall his children grace,
And children's children, to their latest race.
For ne'er his name, his generous glory, dies:
Though tomb'd in earth, he shall immortal rise;