The Linnet (1819, Falkirk)/The glad Trumpet sounds a Victory
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THE GLAD TRUMPET SOUNDS.
He was fam'd for deeds of arms,She, a maid of envied charms,Now to him her love imparts,One pure flame pervades both hearts,Honour calls him to the field,Love to conquest now must yield:
Sweet maid, he cries, again I'll come to thee,I'll come to thee, when the glad trumpet sounds a victory.
Battle now with fury glows,Hostile blood in torrent flows!His duty tells him to depart,She prest her hero to her heart,And now the trumpet sounds to arms,And now the clash of war's alarms!
Sweet maid, &c.
He with love and conquest burns,Both subdue his mind by turns;Death the Soldier now enthralls,With his wounds the hero falls;She, disdaining war's alarms,Rush'd and caught him in her arms.
O death! he cried, thou'rt welcome now to me,Welcome now to me,For, hark! the glad trumpet sounds a victory.