 | [Poems by Halleck in] Fitz-Greene Halleck : An Early Knickerbocker Wit and Poet |  |
[Come from my First, ah, Come!]
Come from my First, ah, Come!
The Battledawn is nigh
And the screaming trump and the thundering drum
Are calling thee to die.
Fight as thy fathers fought
Fall as thy fathers fell
Thy task is taught thy shroud is wrought
So forward and farewell!
The Battledawn is nigh
And the screaming trump and the thundering drum
Are calling thee to die.
Fight as thy fathers fought
Fall as thy fathers fell
Thy task is taught thy shroud is wrought
So forward and farewell!
Toll for my Second, toll
Fling high the flambeaus light,
And sing the hymn for a parted soul
Beneath the silent night.
The wreath upon his head,
The cross upon his breast
Let the prayer be said and the tear be shed
So take him to his rest.
Fling high the flambeaus light,
And sing the hymn for a parted soul
Beneath the silent night.
The wreath upon his head,
The cross upon his breast
Let the prayer be said and the tear be shed
So take him to his rest.
Call for my Whole, ah Call,
The Lord of lute and lay
And let him greet the sable pall
With a noble song to-day.
Yea call him by his name
No fitter hand may crave
To light the flame of the Soldier's fame
On the turf of a Soldiers grave.
The Lord of lute and lay
And let him greet the sable pall
With a noble song to-day.
Yea call him by his name
No fitter hand may crave
To light the flame of the Soldier's fame
On the turf of a Soldiers grave.
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