ADIEU, O soldier!
You of the rude campaigning, (which we shared,)
The rapid march, the life of the camp,
The hot contention of opposing frontsthe long manoeuver,
Red battles with their slaughter,the stimulusthe strong, terrific game,
Spell of all brave and manly heartsthe trains of Time through you, and like of you,
With war, and wars expression.
Adieu, dear comrade!
Your mission is fulfilldbut I, more warlike,
Myself, and this contentious soul of mine,
Still on our own campaigning bound,
Through untried roads, with ambushes, opponents lined,
Through many a sharp defeat and many a crisisoften baffled,
Here marching, ever marching on, a war fight outaye here,
To fiercer, weightier battles give expression.