The Gallantry Of His Grief

All The World Is A Stage And We Are Merely Players.

Crack'd In Pieces By Malignant Death.

He's A Soldier; And For One To Say A Soldier Lies, Is Stabbing.

A Merry Heart Goes All The Way, - A Sad One Tires Inan Hour.

Open Thy Gate Of Mercy, Gracious God, My Soul Flies Through These Wounds To Seek Out Thee.