When Time who steals our years away
Shall steal our pleasures too,
The mem’ry of the past will stay,
And half our joys renew.
Weep on! and as thy sorrows flow,
I ‘ll taste the luxury of woe.
There was a little man, and he had a little soul;
And he said, Little Soul, let us try, try, try!
Go where glory waits thee!
But while fame elates thee,
Oh, still remember me!
And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls,
Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.
Shall I ask the brave soldier who fights by my side
In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree?