They who, their cartridges spent, cut up, surrounded and beat
Fight back at fate till the end, scorning both death and defeat;
Who, though they know in their hearts that resistance is vain,
Stand to the ground that they hold for their duty is plain.
Who, at the end when the foe bid them surrender or die,
Die in the pride of their hearts, doing their duty thereby:
They have attained the ideal, their souls climb heaven. Their eyes
Pierce thro’ the dream to the real; they have attained Paradise.