Go where glory waits thee![519:1]
But while fame elates thee,
Oh, still remember me!
Go where Glory waits thee.
Oh, breathe not his name! let it sleep in the shade,
Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid,
Oh breathe not his Name.
And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls,
Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.
Oh breathe not his Name.