"Farewell!" he cried, "on distant shore
Your light will gild both hill and plain."
"Brigadier," laughing cried Pandore,
"Brigadier, right you are again!"
He ceased—and now their horses tramping
Fell softly on the yielding ground,
And save their iron bridles champing,
They passed along and made no sound;
But when Aurora smiled once more
One still might hear the faint refrain—
"Brigadier," laughing cried Pandore,
"Brigadier, right you are again!"
