...waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier rest! thy warfare...knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking. No rude sound shall reach thine ear, Armour's clang, or war-steed champing, Trump nor pibroch summon...

...as long as the last survivor blesses the earth, may there be tears for the dead to the end of time. "Soldier, rest, thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting...Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil or night of waking." Yes ! rest in peace, oh, mighty dead. The cause for which you fought can never...

...sleep that knows not breaking: Dream of battled fields no more; Days of danger, nights of waking . . . Soldier, rest! Thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting...not breaking — Morn of toil, nor night of waking. from Stephen Crane Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind. Because your lover threw wild hands toward...