In lonely watches night by night br Great visions burst upon my sight, br For down the stretches of the sky br The hosts of dead go marching by. br br Strange ghostly banners o’er them float, br Strange bugles sound an awful note, br And all their faces and their eyes br Are lit with starlight from the skies. br br The anguish and the pain have passed br And peace hath come to them at last, br But in the stern looks linger still br The iron purpose and the will.