William Collins

(1721 - 1759 (Restoration&18th Century 1660-1785) / England)

How Sleep The Brave - Poem by William Collins

HOW sleep the brave, who sink to rest
By all their country's wishes blest!
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!

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  • Rookie Cissy Collins (5/1/2005 3:45:00 AM)

    moving.....very timely, appropriate to TODAY (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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