A song for the death-day of the brave <br />A song of pride! <br />The youth went down to a hero's grave, <br />With the sword, his bride. <br /> <br />He went, with his noble heart unworn, <br />And pure, and high; <br />An eagle stooping from clouds of morn, <br />Only to die! <br /> <br />He went with the lyre, whose lofty tone <br />Beneath his hand <br />Had thrill'd to the name of his God alone, <br />And his Father-land. <br /> <br />And with all his glorious feelings yet <br />In their first glow, <br />Like a southern stream that no frost hath met <br />To chain its flow. <br /> <br />A song for the death-day of the brave <br />A song of pride! <br />For him that went to a hero's grave, <br />With the sword, his bride. <br /> <br />He hath left a voice in his trumpet-lays <br />To turn the flight, <br />And a guiding spirit for after days, <br />Like a watch-fire's light. <br /> <br />And a grief in his father's soul to rest, <br />Midst all high thought; <br />And a memory unto his mother's breast, <br />With healing fraught. <br /> <br />And a name and fame above the blight <br />Of earthly breath, <br />Beautiful beautiful and bright, <br />In life and death! <br /> <br />A song for the death-day of the brave <br />A song of pride! <br />For him that went to a hero's grave, <br />With the sword, his bride!<br /><br />Felicia Dorothea Hemans<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-death-day-of-korner/
