Thomas Moore

May 28, 1780 - Feb 26, 1852


Peace To The Slumberers!

by Thomas Moore

Peace to the slumberers!
They lie on the battle plain,
With no shroud to cover them;
The dew and the summer rain
Are all that weep over them.

Vain was their bravery!
The fallen oak lies where it lay,
Across the wintry river;
But brave hearts, once swept away,
Are gone, alas! for ever.

Woe to the conqueror!
Our limbs shall lie as cold as theirs
Of whom his sword bereft us
Ere we forget the deep arrears
Of vengeance they have left us!


The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore.
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