ADIEU, O soldier!
 You of the rude campaigning, (which we shared,)
 The rapid march, the life of the camp,
 The hot contention of opposing fronts--the long manoeuver,
 Red battles with their slaughter,--the stimulus--the strong, terrific
 game,
 Spell of all brave and manly hearts--the trains of Time through you,
 and like of you, all fill'd,
 With war, and war's expression.

 Adieu, dear comrade!
 Your mission is fulfill'd--but I, more warlike,
 Myself, and this contentious soul of mine, 10
 Still on our own campaigning bound,
 Through untried roads, with ambushes, opponents lined,
 Through many a sharp defeat and many a crisis--often baffled,
 Here marching, ever marching on, a war fight out--aye here,
 To fiercer, weightier battles give expression.