He started up to hear, A mortal arrow pierced his frame: Tranquil amidst alarms, A veteran slumbering on his arms, At midnight came the cry, He woke, and caught his Captain's eye; Then, strong in faith and prayer, His spirit, with a bound, Burst its encumbering clay; His tent, at sunrise, on the ground, A darken'd ruin lay. The pains of death are past, Labour and sorrow cease, And life's long warfare closed at last, His soul is found in peace. Soldier of Christ! well done; For in this land of heaven's peculiar grace, TWILIGHT. I LOVE thee, Twilight! as thy shadows roll, Still as the hour, enchanting as the scene. |