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1 | 1 | The muffled drum's sad roll has beat | The muffled drum's sad roll has beat |
2 | 2 | The soldier's last tattoo; | |
3 | 3 | No more on Life's parade shall meet | |
4 | 4 | That brave and fallen few. | |
5 | 5 | n | On Fame's eternal camping-ground |
6 | 6 | Their silent tents are spread, | |
7 | 7 | And Glory guards, with solemn round, | |
8 | 8 | The bivouac of the dead. | |
9 | 9 | ||
10 | 10 | No rumor of the foe's advance | |
11 | 11 | Now swells upon the wind; | |
12 | 12 | No troubled thought at midnight haunts | |
13 | 13 | Of loved ones left behind; | |
14 | 14 | No vision of the morrow's strife | |
15 | 15 | The warrior's dream alarms; | |
16 | 16 | No braying horn nor screaming fife | |
17 | 17 | At dawn shall call to arms. | |
18 | 18 | ||
19 | 19 | Their shivered swords are red with rust, | |
20 | 20 | The | Their plumèd heads are bowed; |
21 | 21 | The | Their haughty banner, trailed in dust, |
22 | 22 | Is now their martial shroud. | |
23 | 23 | And plenteous funeral tears have washed | |
24 | 24 | The red stains from each brow, | |
25 | 25 | And the proud forms, by battle gashed, | |
26 | 26 | Are free from anguish now. | |
27 | 27 | ||
28 | 28 | The neighing troop, the flashing blade, | |
29 | 29 | The bugle's stirring blast, | |
30 | The charge, the dreadful cannonade, | ||
31 | The din and shout, are past; | ||
32 | Nor war's wild note nor glory's peal | ||
33 | Shall thrill with fierce delight | ||
34 | Those breasts that nevermore may feel | ||
35 | The rapture of the fight. | ||
36 | |||
37 | Like the fierce northern hurricane | ||
38 | That sweeps his great plateau, | ||
39 | Flushed with the triumph yet to gain, | ||
40 | Came down the serried foe. | ||
41 | Who heard the thunder of the fray | ||
42 | Break o'er the field beneath, | ||
43 | Knew well the watchword of that day | ||
44 | Was "Victory or Death." | ||
45 | |||
46 | Long had the doubtful conflict raged | ||
47 | O'er all that stricken plain, | ||
48 | For never fiercer fight had waged | ||
49 | The vengeful blood of Spain; | ||
50 | And still the storm of battle blew, | ||
51 | Still swelled the gory tide; | ||
52 | Not long, our stout old chieftain knew, | ||
53 | Such odds his strength could bide. | ||
54 | |||
55 | 'T was in that hour his stern command | ||
56 | Called to a martyr's grave | ||
57 | The flower of his beloved land, | ||
58 | The nation's flag to save. | ||
59 | By rivers of their fathers' gore | ||
60 | His first-born laurels grew, | ||
61 | And well he deemed the sons would pour | ||
62 | Their lives for glory too. | ||
63 | |||
64 | Full many a norther's breath has swept | ||
65 | O'er Angostura's plain, | ||
66 | And long the pitying sky has wept | ||
67 | Above its mouldered slain. | ||
68 | The raven's scream, or eagle's flight, | ||
69 | Or shepherd's pensive lay, | ||
70 | Alone awakes each sullen height | ||
71 | That frowned o'er that dread fray. | ||
72 | |||
73 | Sons of the Dark and Bloody Ground, | ||
74 | Ye must not slumber there, | ||
75 | Where stranger steps and tongues resound | ||
76 | Along the heedless air. | ||
77 | Your own proud land's heroic soil | ||
78 | Shall be your fitter grave: | ||
79 | She claims from war his richest spoil -- | ||
80 | The ashes of her brave. | ||
81 | |||
82 | Thus 'neath their parent turf they rest | ||
83 | Far from the gory field, | ||
84 | Borne to a Spartan mother's breast | ||
85 | On many a bloody shield; | ||
86 | The sunshine of their native sky | ||
87 | Smiles sadly on them here, | ||
88 | And kindred eyes and hearts watch by | ||
89 | The heroes' sepulchre. | ||
90 | |||
91 | Rest on, embalmed and sainted dead! | ||
92 | Dear as the blood ye gave; | ||
93 | No impious footstep here shall tread | ||
94 | The herbage of your grave; | ||
95 | Nor shall your glory be forgot | ||
96 | While Fame her record keeps, | ||
97 | Or Honor points the hallowed spot | ||
98 | Where Valor proudly sleeps. | ||
99 | |||
100 | Yon marble minstrel's voiceless stone | ||
101 | In deathless song shall tell, | ||
102 | When many a vanished age hath flown, | ||
103 | The story how ye fell; | ||
104 | Nor wreck, nor change, nor winter's blight, | ||
105 | Nor Time's remorseless doom, | ||
106 | Shall dim one ray of glory's light | ||
107 | That gilds your deathless tomb. |
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