Trail all your pikes, dispirit every drum, <br />March in a slow procession from afar, <br />Ye silent, ye dejected men of war! <br />Be still the hautboys, and the flute be dumb! <br />Display no more, in vain, the loftly banner. <br />For see! where on the bier before ye lies <br />The pale, the fall`n th`untimely sacrifice <br />To your mistaken shrine, to your false idol Honour!<br /><br />Anne Kingsmill Finch<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/trail-all-your-pikes/
