XXVII.—ODE.1. How sleep the brave who sink to rest,With all their country's wishes blest!When Spring, with dewy fingers cold,Returns to deck their hallowed mold,She then shall dress a sweeter sodThan Fancy's feet have ever trod.2. By fairy-hands their knell is rung;By forms unseen their dirge is sung;Then Honor comes, a pilgrim gray,To bless the turf that wraps their clay;And Freedom shall awhile repair.And dwell a weeping hermit there.–Collins
1. How sleep the brave who sink to rest,With all their country's wishes blest!When Spring, with dewy fingers cold,Returns to deck their hallowed mold,She then shall dress a sweeter sodThan Fancy's feet have ever trod.2. By fairy-hands their knell is rung;By forms unseen their dirge is sung;Then Honor comes, a pilgrim gray,To bless the turf that wraps their clay;And Freedom shall awhile repair.And dwell a weeping hermit there.
1. How sleep the brave who sink to rest,With all their country's wishes blest!When Spring, with dewy fingers cold,Returns to deck their hallowed mold,She then shall dress a sweeter sodThan Fancy's feet have ever trod.
1. How sleep the brave who sink to rest,
With all their country's wishes blest!
When Spring, with dewy fingers cold,
Returns to deck their hallowed mold,
She then shall dress a sweeter sod
Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.
2. By fairy-hands their knell is rung;By forms unseen their dirge is sung;Then Honor comes, a pilgrim gray,To bless the turf that wraps their clay;And Freedom shall awhile repair.And dwell a weeping hermit there.
2. By fairy-hands their knell is rung;
By forms unseen their dirge is sung;
Then Honor comes, a pilgrim gray,
To bless the turf that wraps their clay;
And Freedom shall awhile repair.
And dwell a weeping hermit there.
–Collins