Fainting beneath West Indian skies,
The gallant Soldier pants for breath;
Wounded and bleeding, lo! he lies
'Mid war, and pestilence, and death.
Sad doubts distract his tortured mind;
The shafts of sorrow pierce his heart,
And cares for Her he leaves behind,
With double poison tinge the dart.
For once the gallant soldier's fears
O'ercome his weary struggling soul,
Bedew his pallid cheek with tears,
And urge his spirits to their goal.
Dark mists o'ershade his languid eyes,
Alas! the Gallant Soldier dies!