Soldier, Rest! Thy Warfare O'er.

Here Eglantine Embalm'd The Air, Hawthorne And Hazel Mingled There; The Primrose Pale, And Violet Flower, Found In Each Cliff A Narrow Bower; Fox-glove And Nightshade, Side By Side, Emblems Of Punishment And Pride, Group'd Their Dark Hues With Every Stain The Weather-beaten Crags Retain.

Ridicule Often Checks What Is Absurd, And Fully As Often Smothers That Which Is Noble.

Land Of My Sires! What Mortal Hand Can E'er Untie The Filial Band That Knits Me To Thy Rugged Strand!

Some Feelings Are To Mortals Given With Less Of Earth In Them Than Heaven.

In Man's Most Dark Extremity Oft Succour Dawns From Heaven.