And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky;

And thousands had sunk on the ground overpowered--

The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die.

When reposing that night on my pallet of straw,

By the wolf-scaring fagot that guarded the slain,

At the dead of the night a sweet vision I

saw,

And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again.

Methought, from the battle-field's dreadful

array

Far, far I had roamed on a desolate track; "Twas autumn, and sunshine arose on the

way

To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back.

In life's morning march, when my bosom was young:

I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft,

And knew the sweet strain that the cornreapers sung.

Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore

From my home and my weeping friends never to part;

My little ones kissed me a thousand times o'er,

And my wife sobbed aloud in her fulness of heart.

Stay, stay with us!-rest, thou art weary and worn!

And fain was their war-broken soldier to stay

But sorrow returned with the dawning of morn,

And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away. CAMPBELL.