All sins absolved in sacrifice
He'd go straight to paradise
The martyr's death would suffice
Against the world's mad device
So he marched off at an easy gait
Left his mother in aching wait
And every night in her dreams of dread
She saw her beautiful boy still *****
March and fight with stoic stride
The faultless hero, a mother's pride
Then she saw shafts of the sun shining
Fall with shot and shell upon him
She could see him fall and die smiling
And the son went first to heaven