We wished him back； we could not know
The self-same hour we missed him here
He led the line that broke the foe.
Blood-red behind our guarded posts
Sank as of old and dying day；
The battle ceased； the mingled hosts
Weary and cheery went their way：
"To-morrow well may bring，" we said，
"As fair a fight， as clear a sun."
Dear Lad， before the world was sped，
For evermore thy goal was won.