When reposing that night

My little ones kiss'd me.

Like leviathans afloat

From its adamantine lips

Soft sigh the winds of Heaven o'er their grave

We buried him darkly, at dead of night

We left him alone with his glory.

And there was mounting in hot haste

And there were sudden partings

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And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves

Rider and horse, friend, foe, in one red burial blent

Rode the six hundred

Flash'd all their sabres bare

Came thro' the jaws of Death.

The Cemetery on Cathcart's Hill.
Ring the joy-bells, light the blaze.

Drawn by
BIRKET FOSTER

BIRKET FOSTER
EDWARD DUNCAN
EDWARD DUNCAN

EDWARD DUNCAN
GEORGE THOMAS
GEORGE THOMAS .

GEORGE THOMAS .
EDWARD DUNCAN

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Wha spied I but my ain dear Maid

The HEAD and TAIL PIECES drawn by THOMAS MACQUOID.

Engraved by HORACE HARRAL, EDMUND EVANS, and JAMES COOPER.

OUR bugles sang truce-for the night-cloud had lower'd,

And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky;

And thousands had sunk on the ground overpower'd,
The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die.

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When reposing that night on my pallet of straw,
By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain ;

At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw,

And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again.