He died a soldier's death… I do not weep,
But stand in quiet wonder by his grave,
Remembering his last words: “I go to save
The women and the little children sweet,
So earth may be free pathways for their feet,
And their bruised bodies may be healed by brave
Men dying.” Chant the bugle full and deep!
He died a soldier's death. I do not weep,
But stand in quiet wonder by his grave.