With Banners Furled And Clarions Mute, An Army Passes In The Night; And Beaming Spears And Helms Salute The Dark With Bright. In Silence Deep The Legions Stream, With Open Ranks, In Order True; Over Boundless Plains They Stream And Gleam-- No Chief In View! Afar, In Twinkling Distance Lost, (So Legends Tell) He Lonely Wends And Back Through All That Shining Host His Mandate Sends.