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   Chapter 36 SONG

The Lady of the Lake By Walter Scott Characters: 934

Updated: 2017-12-01 00:03

"Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er,

625 Sleep the sleep that knows no breaking;

Dream of battled fields no more,

Days of danger, nights of waking.

In our isle's enchanted hall,

Hands unseen thy couch are strewing,

630 Fairy strains of music fall,

Every sense in slumber dewing.

Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er,

Dream of fighting fields no more;

Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking,

635 Morn of toil, nor night of waking.

"No rude

sound shall reach thine ear,

Armor's clang, or war-steed champing,

Trump nor pibroch summon herenote

Mustering clan, or squadron tramping.

640 Yet the lark's shrill fife may come

At the day-break from the fallow,

And the bittern sound his drum,note

Booming from the sedgy shallow.

Ruder sounds shall none be near,

645 Guards nor warders challenge here,

Here's no war-steed's neigh and champing,

Shouting clans or squadrons stamping."

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