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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529976" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lay His Sword By His Side</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lay his sword by his side -- it hath served him too well <br>Not to rest near his pillow below; <br>To the last moment true, from his hand ere it fell, <br>Its point was still turn'd to a flying foe. <br>Fellow-labourers in life, let them slumber in death, <br>Side by side, as becomes the reposing brave -- <br>That sword which he loved still unbroke in its sheath, <br>And himself unsubdued in his grave. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet pause -- for, in fancy, a still voice I hear, <br>As if breathed from his brave heart's remains; -- <br>Faint echo of that which, in Slavery's ear, <br>Once sounded the war-word, "Burst your chains." <br>And it cries, from the grave where the hero lies deep, <br>"Though the day of your Chieftain for ever hath set, <br>Oh leave not his sword thus inglorious to sleep -- <br>It hath victory's life in it yet! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Should some alien, unworthy such weapon to wield, <br>Dare to touch thee, my own gallant sword, <br>Then rest in thy sheath, like a talisman seal'd, <br>Or return to the grave of thy chainless lord. <br>But, if grasp'd by a hand that hath learn'd the proud use <br>Of a falchion, like thee, on the battle-plain, <br>Then, at Liberty's summons, like lightning let loose, <br>Leap forth from thy dark sheath again!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Moore">Thomas Moore</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529976" data-title="Lay His Sword By His Side de Thomas Moore" data-description="Lay his sword by his side -- it hath served him too well Not to rest near his pillow below; To the last moment true, from his hand ere it fell, Its point was still turn'd to a flying foe. Fellow-labourers in life, let them slumber in death, S..."></div> </div> </div>
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