Oh, Preach not, that they are Blessed, alone:

Those Sheep, whose lives, a Peaceful Piety keep;

The Power that pities Mortal Men, has shown,

A Greater Blessing, for His loyal Swords,

That, Auburn-tainted, through the piled Battle, reap.

For, The Lord has Marked each Victor's Triumph,

And Numbered, every Foe-Wife's, trickling, Tear,

And, Heaven's Ancient Psalms,

In Martial, yet Peaceful Glory, shall play:

For, all Heroes, and Martyrs Suffer, here.