| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | XXIX. The Happy Dead
Ode, 1746 | | By William Collins (1721–1759) |
| | | HOW sleep the brave, who sink to rest | |
| By all their country’s wishes blest! | |
| When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, | |
| Returns to deck their hallow’d mould, | |
| She there shall dress a sweeter sod | 5 |
| Than Fancy’s feet have ever trod. | |
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| By fairy hands their knell is rung; | |
| By forms unseen their dirge is sung; | |
| There Honour comes, a pilgrim grey, | |
| To bless the turf that wraps their clay; | 10 |
| And Freedom shall awhile repair, | |
| To dwell, a weeping hermit, there! | | | | |
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