Poems, on sacred and other subjects and songs, humorous and sentimental: By the late William Watt. Third edition of the songs only--with additional songs |
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THE WARRIOR'S WELCOME. |
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THE WARRIOR'S WELCOME.
Bravest of the sons of war,
Rest thee from the toil of fighting,
Till the yellow morning star
From the east sky gleams delighting.
Glorious hath thy struggle been,
'Mid the thunder of the battle,
When the armour, glitt'ring sheen,
Fill'd the air with direful rattle.
Rest thee from the toil of fighting,
Till the yellow morning star
From the east sky gleams delighting.
Glorious hath thy struggle been,
'Mid the thunder of the battle,
When the armour, glitt'ring sheen,
Fill'd the air with direful rattle.
Dreary o'er the foughten field
Howls the wolf 'mong blood and slaughter,
Where conflicting weapons reel'd,
Pouring blood like streams of water.
Banish from thine eye the tear,
Certain sign of inward sorrow,
Welcome art thou to dwell here,
'Midst of safety, till the morrow.
Howls the wolf 'mong blood and slaughter,
Where conflicting weapons reel'd,
Pouring blood like streams of water.
Banish from thine eye the tear,
Certain sign of inward sorrow,
Welcome art thou to dwell here,
'Midst of safety, till the morrow.
Fear no coming of the foe,
Fear no traitor standing round thee,
Though thy pulse beats faintly low,
Gold could not induce to wound thee.
For thy fate no child need weep,
For thy fate no mother languish;
Strengthen'd by refreshing sleep,
Thou shalt wake aloof from anguish.
Fear no traitor standing round thee,
Though thy pulse beats faintly low,
Gold could not induce to wound thee.
For thy fate no child need weep,
For thy fate no mother languish;
Strengthen'd by refreshing sleep,
Thou shalt wake aloof from anguish.
Dreams of pleasure charm thy soul,
Sweet presiding o'er thy slumber;
While time's chariot wheels swift roll,
May no incubus thee cumber.
But the soothing scenes of peace,
Home, and friends, and festive gladness,
Thee from war's fatigues release,
Thee estrange from themes of sadness.
Sweet presiding o'er thy slumber;
While time's chariot wheels swift roll,
May no incubus thee cumber.
But the soothing scenes of peace,
Home, and friends, and festive gladness,
Thee from war's fatigues release,
Thee estrange from themes of sadness.
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