Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking ; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense... Columbian Historical Novels - Page 288by John Roy Musick - 1895Full view - About this book
| Lee Bennett Hopkins - 2008 - 108 pages
...when his heart grew dark, he was left with no other words. Sir Walter Scott Soldier, rest! Thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking: Dream...battled fields no more; Days of danger, nights of waking . . . Soldier, rest! Thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more; Sleep the sleep that knows... | |
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