...struggling moonheam's misty light, And the lantern dimly hurning. No useless coffin enclosed his hreast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay...steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we hitterly thought of the morrow. We thought as we hollow'd his narrow hed, And smoothed down his lonely...

...God," Harper crossed himself, then looked with horror at Sharpe. Lord Cochrane reverted to poetry: "Few and short were the prayers we said. And we spoke...was dead. And we bitterly thought of the morrow." Then His Lordship began to laugh, and his laugh swelled to fill the whole church, for in the coffin,...

...with our bayonets turning, By the straggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lanthom dimly burning. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke...bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we bollow'd his narrow bed And smooth'd down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread...