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