_And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves,
Dewy with Nature’s tear-drops as they pass,
Grieving, if aught inanimate e’er grieves,
Over the unreturning brave,--alas!
Ere evening to be trodden like the grass...._
BYRON’S: “Childe Harold.”
_For the Colonel rides before,
The Major’s on the flank,
The Captains and the Adjutant
Are in the foremost rank.
But when it’s “Action front!”
And fighting’s to be done,
Come one, come all, you stand or fall
By the man who holds the gun._