Bearing between them Herbert Cline,

赫伯特·克莱恩后面，轮到他们，

Wounded and bleeding, to answer his name.

他们蹒跚前来，接受挑战。

“Ezra Kerr!” and a voice said “here!”

“以斯拉·克尔！”“到！”

“Hiram Kerr!” but no man replied:

“海勒姆·克尔！”半天没有回应，

They were brothers, these two; the sad wind sighed,

不寒而栗，风声滚过谷地，

And a shudder crept through the cornfield near.

长久叹息，殉难的同胞兄弟。

“Ephraim Deane!”—then a soldier spoke:

“以法莲·迪恩！”有位士兵报告，

“Deane carried our regiment’s colors,” he said,

迪恩，不愧我们军团骄傲！

When our ensign was shot; I left him dead,

那时，敌人已经后退溃败，

Just after the enemy wavered and broke.

他扛着军旗冲锋，中弹倒下。

Close to the roadside his body lies;

他躺在路边， 快要死了，

I paused a moment and gave him to drink;

我停下脚步， 喂他点水，

He murmured his mother’s name, I think;

他嘴唇嗫嚅，或许唤着妈妈，

And death came with it and closed his eyes.

最后，才慢慢闭上双眼。

It was a victory—yes; but it cost us dear;

胜利到来，我们失去多少兄弟，

For that company’s roll, when called at night,

点名队列中，永远不会出现。

Of a hundred men who went into the fight,

生死离别，勇士出征几人回？

Numbered but twenty that answered “here!”

天亦无情，残阳西下慈母泪。