| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | XXIX. The Happy Dead
A Fragment | | By Felicia Dorothea Hemans (1793–1835) |
| | | REST on your battle-fields, ye brave! | |
| Let the pines murmur o’er your grave, | |
| Your dirge be in the moaning wave— | |
| We call you back no more! | |
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| Oh! there was mourning when ye fell, | 5 |
| In your own vales a deep-toned knell, | |
| An agony, a wild farewell;— | |
| But that hath long been o’er. | |
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| Rest with your still and solemn fame; | |
| The hills keep record of your name, | 10 |
| And never can a touch of shame | |
| Darken the buried brow. | |
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| But we on changeful days are cast, | |
| When bright names from their place fall fast | |
| And ye that with your glory passed, | 15 |
| We cannot mourn you now. | | | | |
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