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How Sleep The Brave
How sleep the brave who sink to rest
By all their country's wishes bless
When spring with dewy fingers cold
Returns to deck their hallow'd mould
She there shall dress a sweeter sod
Than fancy's feet have ever trod.
By fairy hands their knell is rung
By forms unseen their dirge is sung
There honour comes a pilgrim grey
To bless the turf that wraps their clay
And freedom shall awhile repair
To dwell a weeping hermit there!.
BY..........W.Collins.