Yes! thy long toil, thy weary conflict o’er,
No storm shall wake, no perils rouse thee more!
Yet, in that solemn hour, that awful strife,
The struggling agony for death or life,
E’en then thy mind, embittering every pain,
Retraced the image so beloved—in vain!
Still to sweet Home thy last regrets were true,
Life’s parting sigh—the murmur of adieu!
Can war’s dread scenes the hallow’d ties efface,
Each tender thought, each fond remembrance chase?