The Grenadier's Good-Bye

'When Lieutenant Murray fell, the only words he spoke were, 'Forward, Grenadiers!''---Press Telegram. Here they halted, here once more Hand from hand was rent; Here his voice above the roar Rang, and on they went. Yonder out of sight they crossed, Yonder died the cheers; One word lives where all is lost--- 'Forward, Grenadiers!' This alone he asked of fame, This alone of pride; Still with this he faced the flame, Answered Death, and died. Crest of battle sunward tossed, Song of the marching years, This shall live though all be lost--- 'Forward, Grenadiers!'