Soldier, rest! Thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Dream of battled fields no more. Days of danger, nights of waking.
Every hour has its end.
Profan'd the God-given strength, and marr'd the lofty line.
Hail to the Chief who in triumph advances!
As long as the Fates permit, live cheerfully.
Hurry no man's cattle; you may come to own a donkey yourself