The battle of Niagara | ||
Sweet vale—Goldau! farewell—
An Alpine monument may dwell
Upon thy bosom, oh! my home!
But when the last dread trump shall sound
I'll tread again thy hallowed ground—
Sleep thee, my loved one, sleep thee!
While yet I live, I'll weep thee—
Of thy blue dwelling dream, wherever I roam,
And wish myself wrapped in its peaceful foam.
An Alpine monument may dwell
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But when the last dread trump shall sound
I'll tread again thy hallowed ground—
Sleep thee, my loved one, sleep thee!
While yet I live, I'll weep thee—
Of thy blue dwelling dream, wherever I roam,
And wish myself wrapped in its peaceful foam.
The battle of Niagara | ||