The Grenadier’s Good-Bye
“When Lieutenant Murray fell, the only words he spoke were, ‘Forward, Grenadiers!’”—-Press Telegram.
Here they halted, here once more
Hand from hand was rent;
Here his voice above the roar
Rang, and on they went.
Yonder out of sight they crossed,
Yonder died the cheers;
One word lives where all is lost—-
“Forward, Grenadiers!”
This alone he asked of fame,
This alone of pride;
Still with this he faced the flame,
Answered Death, and died.
Crest of battle sunward tossed,
Song of the marching years,
This shall live though all be lost—-
“Forward, Grenadiers!”