They fought-like brave men, long and well ;
They piled that ground 'llf'it.h Mo.lem lll∈
They conquer'd-but Bozznl8 fell,
Bleeding at every veilL
H.iJ few aurviving comrades eaw
H.iJ emile, when rang their proud hurrah,
And the red field wa.e won :
Then aaw in death his eyelids close
Calmly, as to a night's repoae,
Like flowers at set of eon.Come to the bridal chamber, Death!
Come to the mother's when she feels,
For the first time, her firat-bom'a breat.b ;
Come when the bleii!Mid -1a
That close the ~enee are broke,
And crowded Cities wail ita stroke ;
Come w eoneamption'e ghastly form,
The eut.hquake shock, tbe oce&D-etorm,
Come when the he&rt beata high a.nd w&rm,
With ~qu~t-song, and dance, and wi.ue:
And thou IU't terribl&-the tear
The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier;
And all we know, or dream, or feu
Of agony, are thine.But to the hero, when his a word
Has won the bAttle for the free,
Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word ;
And in ita hollow tonea are heard
The thanks of milliona yet to be.
Come, when his t&ak of fame ia wrought-
Come, with the laurel-leaf, blood-bought-
Come in her crowning hour-ud then
Thy aunken eye'e unearthly light
To him ia welcome u the ~ht
Of eky and a tam to priaon d men ~
Thy grasp ie welcome u the lwld
Of brother in a foreign land ;Thy summons welcome as the cry
That told the Indian ialea were nigh
To the world-eeelting Genoeae,
When the land-wind, from woods of palm,
And orange-groves, and 6elde of balm,
Blew o'er the Hayti&n aeu.