The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory or the grave! Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry!

'Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before.

There was silence deep as death, And the boldest held his breath, For a time.

On the green banks of Shannon, when Sheelah was nigh, No blithe Irish lad was so happy as I; No harp like my own could so cheerily play, And wherever I went wa…