Amer looked longingly at the cool green bank, but as he hesitated he fancied he heard a voice singing the following words:—
"Soldier, rest, but not for thee
Spreads the world its downy pillow,
On the rock thy couch must be
While around thee chafes the billow:
Thine must be a watchful sleep
Wearier than another's waking,
Such a watch as thou dost keep
Brooks no moment of forsaking.
Sleep as on the battlefield,