 | The remains of Robert Bloomfield (1824) |  |
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FOR HOOK'S FOURTEENTH LESSON.
THE SOLDIER'S LULLABY.
To sleep, my dear—to sleep, my dear;The march is o'er—the fight is done.
To sleep, my dear, you need not fear,
You're safe,—the field is won.
Rest your troubled bosom,
And rest your weary head;
Comrades watch around thee,
Thy husband guards thy bed.
No piercing trumpet shall tell of death and terrors,
No thundering cannon shall fill thee with dismay.
Broad the vanguard shows its front;
Our brave commander knows his ground;
And distant rolls the doubling drum;
The conquer'd foe is far away.
| The remains of Robert Bloomfield (1824) | |