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!

Oh! there was mourning when ye fell,

In your own vales a deep-toned knell,

An agony, a wild farewell;—

But that hath long been o’er.

Rest with your still and solemn fame;

The hills keep record of your name,

And never can a touch of shame

Darken the buried brow.

But we on changeful days are cast,

When bright names from their place fall fast

And ye that with your glory passed,

We cannot mourn you now.