Last friend, the sleeping draught is given:
Kind nurse, by thee the couch is strewn,
The couch whose covering is from heaven.
3. Descend and clasp the mountain’s crest;
Inherit plain and valley deep:
This night on thy maternal breast
A vanquished nation dies in sleep.
4. Lo! from the starry Temple Gates
Death rides, and bears the flag of peace:
The combatants he separates;