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Lyrics of Love and Laughter What is in the bugle's blast? Is it: "Victory at last ! Now for rest." But, my comrades, come behold him Where our colors now enfold him, And his breast Bares no more to meet the blade, But lies covered in the shade. What a stir there is to-day ! They are laying him away Where he fell. There the flag goes draped before him; Now they pile the grave sod o'er him With a knell. And he answers to his name In the higher ranks of fame. There's a woman left to mourn For the child that she has borne In travail. But her heart beats high and higher, With a patriot mother's fire, At the tale. 104