He is lost in the crowd of the dead, in the night-time of death, A name on a stone left to tell that he ever drew breath.
So desperate body die there, with your soul"s long release, And unhappy spirit G.o.d grant you Eternity"s peace!
Printed by BALLANTYNE, HANSON & CO.
London & Edinburgh
Footnotes:
{21} "May my darling come through safely!"