56 



In a room we left him sleeping, 



Where the wife her watch was keeping, 



All her tears of silent sorrow fell beside him thick and fast ; 



And his comrades as a token, 



Kept his helmet crushed and broken, 



To be placed with those of others who have perished in the 

 past. 



On these heroes of the nation 



Do I look with admiration, 

 When I see the smoking engine flying onwards to the cheer ; 



Still I count them noble hearted, 



Like the gallant lads departed, 

 As the music of the gallop loudly falls upon mine ear. 



