html.skin-theme-clientpref-night @media(prefers-color-scheme:dark){html.skin-theme-clientpref-os }NOT like the famous warriors of the world,
Goes back to civic life our Captain now,
Sheathing his sword that he may guide the plough
Till war's red banners be again unfurled!
Not when his country needs his arm no more,
Quits he the field, but when she needs it most.
Too worn and old, to head her patriot host.
And lead it on to victory as befare!
Faint with the glorious wounds of Lundy's Lane,
(Wounds half the century old!) broken with years,
And bowed with sorrow for his weeping land,
What could he do. that would not be in vain?
Nothing but turn, and, with a soldier's tears,
Submit his good sword to a younger hand!