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

...nights of waking. " ID our isle's enchanred hall, " Hands unseen thy conch are strewing, " Fairy strains of music fall, " Every sense in slumber dewing. "...Dream of fighting fields no more ; " Sleep the sleep thut knows not breaking, " Morn of toil, nor night of waking. " No rude sound shall reach thine ear,...

...nights of waking. . In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing; Soldier,...summon here Mustering clan, or squadron tramping. 11 Yet the lark's shrill fife may come At the day-break from the fallow, And the bittern sound his...

...nights of waling. In nui iile'a enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, fairy si rains of music fall. Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier,...not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking. No rndc sound shall reach thine ear, «Armour's clang, nor war-steed champrôj, Trump nor pibroch summon...

...of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Suldicr, rest! thy warfare o'er, , Dreum of lighting fields no more ; Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking. Morn of toil, nor night of waking. No rode sound shall reach thine ear. Armour's clang, nor war-steed champing. Trump nor pibroch summon...

...rest : thy warfare o'er, Di-eam of fighting fields no more ; Sleep the sleep that knows not hreaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking. No rude sound shall...ear, Armour's clang, or war-steed champing, Trump nor pihroch summon here Mustering clan, or squadron tramping. Yet the lark's shrill fife may come, At the...

...nights of waking'. In our isle's enchanted hall', Hands unseen' thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music' fall, Every sense in slumber' dewing. Soldier,...war'-steed champing, Trump nor pibroch summon here', Yet the lark's' shrill fife may come At the day-break from the fallow', And the bittern' sound his...

...hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewisg. Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting...war-steed champing, Trump nor pibroch summon here Yet the lark's shrill fife may come At the day-break from the fallow, And the bittern sound his drum,...

...I thy warfare o'er, Dream of battl'd fields DO more; Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Horn of toil, nor night of waking. No rude sound shall reach thine ear, Armours clang, nor war-steed champing, Trump nor pibroch summon here, Mustering clan, or squadron tramping....

...nights of 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 o'er, l)ream of fighting fields no more; Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night...