For ever and irrevocably fell’d
By what strikes deeper to the root than sleep?
—— He’s dead! He’s dead! They’ve kill’d him—
—— No—he breathes—
And the heart beats—and now he breathes again
Deeply, as one about to shake away
The load of sleep.
Capt. Come, let us all kneel round,
And with a blast of warlike instruments,
And acclamation of all loyal hearts,