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Bearing between them Herbert Cline,
赫伯特·克萊恩后面，輪到他們，
Wounded and bleeding, to answer his name.
他們蹣跚前來，接受挑戰。
“Ezra Kerr!” and a voice said “here!”
“以斯拉·克爾！”“到！”
“Hiram Kerr!” but no man replied:
“海勒姆·克爾！”半天沒有回應，
They were brothers, these two; the sad wind sighed,
不寒而栗，風聲滾過谷地，
And a shudder crept through the cornfield near.
長久嘆息，殉難的同胞兄弟。
“Ephraim Deane!”—then a soldier spoke:
“以法蓮·迪恩！”有位士兵報告，
“Deane carried our regiment’s colors,” he said,
迪恩，不愧我們軍團驕傲！
When our ensign was shot; I left him dead,
那時，敵人已經后退潰敗，
Just after the enemy wavered and broke.
他扛著軍旗沖鋒，中彈倒下。
Close to the roadside his body lies;
他躺在路邊， 快要死了，
I paused a moment and gave him to drink;
我停下腳步， 喂他點水，
He murmured his mother’s name, I think;
他嘴唇囁嚅，或許喚著媽媽，
And death came with it and closed his eyes.
最后，才慢慢閉上雙眼。
It was a victory—yes; but it cost us dear;
勝利到來，我們失去多少兄弟，
For that company’s roll, when called at night,
點名隊列中，永遠不會出現。
Of a hundred men who went into the fight,
生死離別，勇士出征幾人回？
Numbered but twenty that answered “here!”
天亦無情，殘陽西下慈母淚。
