Though buried in a distant grave,
Amidst the shot and shell,
For Country's sake his life he gave,
He stood his trial well.
Who could have dealt that horrid blow,
On one we loved so well?
never knew the pain he bore,
No mortal tongue can tell.
No matter how we think of him -
His name we oft recall -
There is nothing left to answer,
But the photo on the wall.
Jeg har heller ikke denne gang noget at skrive om, jeg venter stadig først at høre fra Eder.