Thomas Henry Kendall

“ Oh! the gorges and gullies are black with crows,
⁠And they feast on the flesh of the brave;
But the forest is loud with the howls of our foes
⁠For those whom they never can save!
Let us crouch with our faces down to our knees,
⁠And hide in the dark of our hair ”

“ Oh! our hearts will be lonely and low to-night
⁠When we think of the hunts of yore;
And the foes that we sought, and the fights which we fought,
⁠With those who will battle no more—
⁠Who will go to the battle no more! ”