Clanless, lawless, homeless is he who is in love with civil war, that brutal ferocious thing.
Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned to glow for other's good, and melt at other's woe.
His native home deep imag'd in his soul.
Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.
The leader, mingling with the vulgar host, Is in the common mass of matter lost.
Be strong, saith my heart; I am a soldier; I have seen worse sights than this.