HOW solemn, as one by one, br As the ranks returning, all worn and sweaty--as the men file by where br I stand; br As the faces, the masks appear--as I glance at the faces, studying br the masks; br (As I glance upward out of this page, studying you, dear friend, br whoever you are;) br How solemn the thought of my whispering soul, to each in the ranks, br and to you; br I see behind each mask, that wonder, a kindred soul; br O the bullet could never kill what you really are, dear friend, br Nor the bayonet stab what you really are: br ...