On a Soldier Who Died of Illness

Give him his martial honours, for he fought
A harder foe than man, and ne'er betrayed
The trust upon him laid;
Nay, not so much as by a rebel thought.

Not where the golden hope of glory lured,
Not on the field of fame he fought and fell.
But he endured right well;
Yea, as a soldier should, he silently endured.