SERGEANT-MAJOR COTTON.The celebrated Waterloo Guide and author of the sketchof the battle entitled: “A voice from Waterloo.”Pause, stranger as you pass this hallowed spot,Where guardian angels hover round unseen!Reposing here brave Cotton sleeps, whose lotOn earth has one of dauntless valour been.At Hugoument his bleaching ashes lie,And mingle with the dust beneath his grave;Whilst seraphs waft his loosened soul on high,To life eternal which awaits the brave.Bold, as a soldier, faithful, as a friend,To enemies forgiving and humane,He strove through life his country to defend,With character unsullied by a stain.When War’s rude thunders rent the loaded air,And clashing arms bespoke the dread dispute,When Heroes pressed the cannon’s front to dare,Each heart for Glory in the wild pursuit.Amongst them Cotton fought; and lived to tellTo countless eager ears the mighty fray,In which his comrades and opponents fell,When victory to Britons gave the day.His mortal course he thus pursued by choice,And thus performed the labour from him due;’Till lo! as recompense, from Heaven a voiceHas called to bliss, the “Voice from Waterloo.”
SERGEANT-MAJOR COTTON.
The celebrated Waterloo Guide and author of the sketchof the battle entitled: “A voice from Waterloo.”
Pause, stranger as you pass this hallowed spot,Where guardian angels hover round unseen!Reposing here brave Cotton sleeps, whose lotOn earth has one of dauntless valour been.At Hugoument his bleaching ashes lie,And mingle with the dust beneath his grave;Whilst seraphs waft his loosened soul on high,To life eternal which awaits the brave.Bold, as a soldier, faithful, as a friend,To enemies forgiving and humane,He strove through life his country to defend,With character unsullied by a stain.When War’s rude thunders rent the loaded air,And clashing arms bespoke the dread dispute,When Heroes pressed the cannon’s front to dare,Each heart for Glory in the wild pursuit.Amongst them Cotton fought; and lived to tellTo countless eager ears the mighty fray,In which his comrades and opponents fell,When victory to Britons gave the day.His mortal course he thus pursued by choice,And thus performed the labour from him due;’Till lo! as recompense, from Heaven a voiceHas called to bliss, the “Voice from Waterloo.”
Pause, stranger as you pass this hallowed spot,Where guardian angels hover round unseen!Reposing here brave Cotton sleeps, whose lotOn earth has one of dauntless valour been.At Hugoument his bleaching ashes lie,And mingle with the dust beneath his grave;Whilst seraphs waft his loosened soul on high,To life eternal which awaits the brave.Bold, as a soldier, faithful, as a friend,To enemies forgiving and humane,He strove through life his country to defend,With character unsullied by a stain.When War’s rude thunders rent the loaded air,And clashing arms bespoke the dread dispute,When Heroes pressed the cannon’s front to dare,Each heart for Glory in the wild pursuit.Amongst them Cotton fought; and lived to tellTo countless eager ears the mighty fray,In which his comrades and opponents fell,When victory to Britons gave the day.His mortal course he thus pursued by choice,And thus performed the labour from him due;’Till lo! as recompense, from Heaven a voiceHas called to bliss, the “Voice from Waterloo.”
Pause, stranger as you pass this hallowed spot,Where guardian angels hover round unseen!Reposing here brave Cotton sleeps, whose lotOn earth has one of dauntless valour been.
Pause, stranger as you pass this hallowed spot,
Where guardian angels hover round unseen!
Reposing here brave Cotton sleeps, whose lot
On earth has one of dauntless valour been.
At Hugoument his bleaching ashes lie,And mingle with the dust beneath his grave;Whilst seraphs waft his loosened soul on high,To life eternal which awaits the brave.
At Hugoument his bleaching ashes lie,
And mingle with the dust beneath his grave;
Whilst seraphs waft his loosened soul on high,
To life eternal which awaits the brave.
Bold, as a soldier, faithful, as a friend,To enemies forgiving and humane,He strove through life his country to defend,With character unsullied by a stain.
Bold, as a soldier, faithful, as a friend,
To enemies forgiving and humane,
He strove through life his country to defend,
With character unsullied by a stain.
When War’s rude thunders rent the loaded air,And clashing arms bespoke the dread dispute,When Heroes pressed the cannon’s front to dare,Each heart for Glory in the wild pursuit.
When War’s rude thunders rent the loaded air,
And clashing arms bespoke the dread dispute,
When Heroes pressed the cannon’s front to dare,
Each heart for Glory in the wild pursuit.
Amongst them Cotton fought; and lived to tellTo countless eager ears the mighty fray,In which his comrades and opponents fell,When victory to Britons gave the day.
Amongst them Cotton fought; and lived to tell
To countless eager ears the mighty fray,
In which his comrades and opponents fell,
When victory to Britons gave the day.
His mortal course he thus pursued by choice,And thus performed the labour from him due;’Till lo! as recompense, from Heaven a voiceHas called to bliss, the “Voice from Waterloo.”
His mortal course he thus pursued by choice,
And thus performed the labour from him due;
’Till lo! as recompense, from Heaven a voice
Has called to bliss, the “Voice from Waterloo.”