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No—not with the stealth of disease should he die;
He should bound o'er the flood,
Of his fame and his blood,
To the glory that waits him on high !
He should bound o'er the flood,
Of his fame and his blood,
To the glory that waits him on high !
For the life-blood, whose stream to our country is given,
In the pride of its worth,
Shall be hallowed on earth,
And the soul shall be honoured in heaven.
In the pride of its worth,
Shall be hallowed on earth,
And the soul shall be honoured in heaven.
Such fate, gallant Picton, was thine, when the few
Who survived thee in fight,
Won the day by the light,
That thy deeds shed around Waterloo!
Moore.
Who survived thee in fight,
Won the day by the light,
That thy deeds shed around Waterloo!
Moore.
Winning his carriage, every look,
Employed whilst it conceal'd a hook :
When simple most, most to be fcar'd;
Most crafty, when no craft appear'd;
His tales no man like him could tell,
His words which melted as they fell
Might even a hypocrite deceive,
And make an infidel believe.
Employed whilst it conceal'd a hook :
When simple most, most to be fcar'd;
Most crafty, when no craft appear'd;
His tales no man like him could tell,
His words which melted as they fell
Might even a hypocrite deceive,
And make an infidel believe.
By the friends we have lost,—by the smile we can never
Again in life's loveliness view :
By the ties of attachment death only could sever,
Those ties the same hand shall
Again in life's loveliness view :
By the ties of attachment death only could sever,
Those ties the same hand shall
