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Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury.  1875.
 
C. Wolfe
 
CCXVIII. The Burial of Sir John Moore at Corunna
 
NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, 
  As his corpse to the rampart we hurried; 
Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot 
  O'er the grave where our hero we buried. 
  
We buried him darkly at dead of night,         5
  The sods with our bayonets turning; 
By the struggling moonbeam's misty light 
  And the lantern dimly burning. 
  
No useless coffin enclosed his breast, 
  Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him;  10
But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, 
  With his martial cloak around him. 
  
Few and short were the prayers we said, 
  And we spoke not a word of sorrow; 
But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead,  15
  And we bitterly thought of the morrow. 
  
We thought, as we hollow'd his narrow bed 
  And smoothed down his lonely pillow, 
That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, 
  And we far away on the billow!  20
  
Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, 
  And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him; 
But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on 
  In the grave where a Briton has laid him. 
  
But half of our heavy task was done  25
  When the clock struck the hour for retiring, 
And we heard the distant and random gun 
  That the foe was sullenly firing. 
  
Slowly and sadly we laid him down, 
  From the field of his fame fresh and gory;  30
We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, 
  But we left him alone with his glory. 
 
 
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