What Conscience Dictates To Be Done, Or

Now Hollow Fires Burn Out To Black, And Lights Are Fluttering Low: Square Your Shoulders, Lift Your Pack And Leave Your Friends And Go. O Never Fear, Lads, Naught's To Dread, Look Not To Left Nor Right: In All The Endless Road You Tread There's Nothing But The Night.

All Nature Mourns, The Skies Relent In Showers; Hushed Are The Birds, And Closed The Drooping Flowers.

Say First, Of God Above Or Man Below; What Can We Reason But From What We Know.

Consult The Genius Of The Place, That Paints As You Plant, And As You Work.

Though Triumphs Were To Generals Only Due, Crowns Were Reserved To Grace The Soldiers Too.