SOLDIER, REST !

A violet by a mossy stone

Half hidden from the eye !
—Fair as a star, when only one

Is shining in the sky.

She lived unknown, and few could know

When Lucy ceased to be ;
But she is in her grave, and oh,

The difference to me !

WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

LULLABY OF AN INFANT CHIEF

O, HUSH thee, my baby, thy sire was a knight,
Thy mother a lady both lovely and bright ; 10

The woods and the glens, from the tower which we see,
They all are belonging, dear baby, to thee.

O, fear not the bugle, though loudly it blows,
It calls but the warders that guard thy repose ;
Their bows would be bended, their blades would be

red,
Ere the step of a foeman drew near to thy bed.

O, hush thee, my baby, the time will soon come
When thy sleep shall be broken by trumpet and drum ;
Then hush thee, my darling, take rest while you may,
For strife comes with manhood, and waking with
day. 20

SIR WALTER SCOTT

SOLDIER, REST !
SOLDIER, rest ! thy warfare o'er,
Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking ;
Dream of battled fields no more,
Days of danger, nights of waking.
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