why and got the predictable reply: I had to. You raised

Where are the gladness, the grace,

The beauty, the mirth that were thine?

Hadst thou to the gods been dear, -

To have fallen where Keppoch fell,

With the war-pipe loud in thine ear!

To have died with never a stain

On the fair White Rose of Renown,

To have fallen, fighting in vain,