No nation honors those that stand And battle with the living-death-The stalking· plague and poisonous breath More fatal than the foeman's brand. No rifled gun nor keen-edged sword Can reach the enemy he fought ; Death in its ghastliest form, he sought, Yet not for honor nor award. 'Twixt Death and human kind he stood :-L,et fame on such no longer frown, For deeds of blood award no crown, But rather for the doing good.