In Death A Hero, As

I Lisp'd In Numbers, For The Numbers Came.

But Those Who Cannot Write, And Those Who Can, All Rhyme, And Scrawl, And Scribble, To A Man.

To Him No High, No Low, No Great, No Small; He Fills, He Bounds, Connects And Equals All!

When Rumours Increase, And When There Is An Abundance Of Noise And Clamour, Believe The Second Report.

Our Business In The Field Of Fight, Is Not To Question, But To Prove Our Might.