FAREWELL, thou fair day, thou green earth, and ye skies, <br />Now gay with the broad setting sun; <br />Farewell, loves and friendships, ye dear tender ties, <br />Our race of existence is run! <br />Thou grim King of Terrors; thou Life's gloomy foe! <br />Go, frighten the coward and slave; <br />Go, teach them to tremble, fell tyrant! but know <br />No terrors hast thou to the brave! <br /> <br /> <br />Thou strik'st the dull peasant—he sinks in the dark, <br />Nor saves e'en the wreck of a name; <br />Thou strik'st the young hero—a glorious mark; <br />He falls in the blaze of his fame! <br />In the field of proud honour—our swords in our hands, <br />Our King and our country to save; <br />While victory shines on Life's last ebbing sands,— <br />O! who would not die with the brave!<br /><br />Robert Burns<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-song-of-death-2/
