"Come, rest with me now, my silver horn! <br />My melodious joy, my silver horn! <br />These many long years my constant friend, <br />Together let our toiling end. <br />Yet fain would I ask (were mine the choice) <br />For a moment of strength to give thee voice-- <br />One silvery peal ere life shall cease; <br />But not for war--for blessed peace." <br /> <br />Yes! once again ring, sweet silver horn <br />That long ago rang on battle morn-- <br />From vale and glen that summon'd then <br />To arms! to arms! a thousand men. <br />For peace ring now! for peace ring high! <br />Ring a welcoming peal that shall not die <br />Till mountain and mound, the earth around, <br />Responsive songs in echo sound. <br /> <br />"Thy whispers I hear, my silver horn! <br />My melodious joy, my silver horn! <br />They comfort me oft with such control, <br />Methinks thou hast a living soul. <br />Then cherish we both one calm content; <br />For the land that we love our powers were spent; <br />And o're the turf that greens our grave, <br />For ages may her banner wave." <br /> <br />"I kiss thee adieu, my silver horn! <br />My melodious joy, my silver horn!" <br />Then suddenly loos'd the bugler's clasp; <br />His kiss was but a dying gasp. <br />Yet marvels of power can love evoke: <br />At the touch of his lips the bugle spoke! <br />And wondrously sweet, and clear, and strong, <br />From thence outrang a silver song.<br /><br />Henry Clay Work<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-silver-horn/
