ng itself into sadness again.

The Bible is opened, and stillness profound
Broods over the listeners scattered around;
And warning, and comfort, and blessing, and balm,
Distil from the beautiful words of the Psalm.
Then simply and earnestly pleading,--his face
Lit up with persuasive and eloquent grace,
The Chaplain pours forth, from the warmth of his heart,
His words of entreaty and truth, ere they part.

"I see before me valiant men,
With courage high and true,
Who fight as only heroes fight,
And die, as heroes do.

Your serried ranks have never quailed
Before the battle-shock,
Whose maddest fury beats and breaks
Like foam against the rock.

Ye've borne the deadly brunt of war,
Through storm, and cold, and heat,
Yet never have ye turned your backs
Nor fled before defeat.

Behind you lie your cheerful homes,
And all of sweet or fair,--
The only remnants earth has left
Of Eden-life, are there.

Ye know that many a once bright cheek
Consuming care, makes wan;
Ye know the old, dear happiness
That blest your hearths,--is gone.

Ye see your comrades smitten down,--
The young, the good, the brave,--
Ye feel, the turf ye tread to-day,
May be to-morrow's grave.

Yet not a murmur meets the ear,
Nor discontent has sway,
And not a sullen brow is seen,
Through all the camp to-day.

No Greek, in Greece's palmiest days,
His javelin ever threw,
Impelled by more heroic zeal,
Or nobler aim than you.

No mailed warrior ever bore
Aloft his shining lance,
More proudly through the tales that fire
The page of old romance.

Oh! soldiers!--well ye bear your part;
The world awards its praise:
Be sure,--this grandest tourney o'er,--
'Twill crown you with its bays!

But there's sublimer work than even
To free your native sod;
--Ye may be loyal to your land,
Yet traitors to your God!

No Moslem heaven for him who falls,
A bribed requital doles;
And while ye save your country,--ye,
Alas! may lose your souls!

No glorious deeds can urge their claim,--
No merits, entrance win,--
The pierced hand of Christ alone,
Must freely let you in.

Oh! sirs!--there lurks a fiercer foe,
Than this that treads your soil,
Who