The muffled drum's sad roll has beat
The soldier's last tattoo;
No more on Life's parade shall meet
The brave and fallen few.
On Fame's eternal camping-ground
Their silent tents are spread.
And Glory guards, with solemn round
The bivouac of the dead. [ Theodore O'Hara ]

And the night shall be filled with music,
And the cares, that infest the day,
Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs,
And as silently steal away. [ Longfellow ]

The crystal-pointed tents from hill to hill. [ E. C. Stedman ]

Slumber not in the tents of your fathers! The world is advancing. Advance with it! [ Mazzini ]

When the glad sun, exulting in his might, comes from the dusky-curtained tents of night. [ Emma G. Embary ]