Thence hast thou drawn a faith, a power,
To cheer thee through the last;
And, wont on brighter worlds to dwell,
May’st calmly bid thy streams farewell.
[388] This, and the following poem, were originally written for a work entitled Death’s Doings, edited by Mr Alaric Watts.
DEATH AND THE WARRIOR.
“Ay, warrior, arm! and wear thy plume
On a proud and fearless brow!
I am the lord of the lonely tomb,
And a mightier one than thou!