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To fight aloud, is very brave –

But gallanter, I know

Who charge within the bosom

The Cavalry of Wo –

Who win, and nations do not see –

Who fall – and none observe –

Whose dying eyes, no Country

Regards with patriot love –

We trust, in plumed procession

For such, the Angels go –

Rank after Rank, with even feet –

And Uniforms of snow.