Ode written in the beginning of the year 1746
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 hallow’d Mold,
She there shall dress a sweeter Sod,
Than Fancy’s
Feet have ever trod.
2.
By Fairy Hands their Knell is rung,
By Forms unseen their Dirge is sung;
There Honour
comes, a Pilgrim grey,
To bless the Turf that wraps their Clay,
And Freedom
shall a-while repair,
To dwell a weeping Hermit there!
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