HOW SLEEP THE BRAVE

 

HOW SLEEP THE BRAVE - POEM

By William Collins 

How sleep the brave who sink to rest 
By all their country's wishes blest! 
When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, 
Returns to deck their hallowed mould, 
She there shall dress a sweeter sod 
Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. 

By fairy hands their knell is rung; 

By forms unseen their dirge is sung; 

There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, 

To bless the turf that wraps their clay; 

And Freedom shall awhile repair 

To dwell a weeping hermit there. 

References:

1. The Grade Teacher May 1931

2.4 NOV1914 MEMORIAL DAY May Thirtieth 1914