Sleep, soldier! still in honored rest
Your truth and valor wearing;
The bravest are the tenderest,—
The loving are the daring.
BEDOUIN SONG.
ROM the Desert I come to thee
On a stallion shod with fire;
And the winds are left behind
Sleep, soldier! still in honored rest
Your truth and valor wearing;
The bravest are the tenderest,—
The loving are the daring.
BEDOUIN SONG.
ROM the Desert I come to thee
On a stallion shod with fire;
And the winds are left behind