What have I given, Bold sailor on the sea, In earth or heaven That you should die for me? What can I give O soldier, leal and brave, Long as I live To pay the life you gave? What tithe or part Can I return to thee, O stricken heart, That thou should'st break for me? The wind of Death For you has slain life's flowers, It withereth (God grant!) all weeds in ours. |