Frances Sargent Locke Osgood



The Hero's Grave

by Frances Sargent Locke Osgood

A group of boys in playful strife --
A soldier old and faded, --
The fresh and glowing morn of life, --
The eve serenely shaded. --

Ah! play not there, my children!
I pray you play not there!

He spoke with tears, -- that weary one, --
The man with silver hair.

And why? the thoughtless children said, --
The grass is fresher here,
We love upon the mound to tread,
And what have we to fear?

Nay, come away! he raised his voice,
Wild flash'd his faded eyes,
Ye sport upon a hallow'd grave,
For there a hero lies!


Copyright 1846