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1832
THE DISINTERRED WARRIOR
by William Cullen Bryant
THE DISINTERRED WARRIOR -
Gather him to his grave again
And solemnly and softly lay
Beneath the verdure of the plain
The warrior's scattered bones away.
Pay the deep reverencetaught of old
The homage of man's heart to death;
Nor dare to trifle with the mould
Once hallowed by the Almighty's breath. -
The soul hath quickened every part-
That remnant of a martial brow
Those ribs that held the mighty heart
That strong arm- strong no longer now.
Spare themeach mouldering relic spare
Of God's own image; let them rest
Till not a trace shall speak of where
The awful likeness was impressed. -
For he was fresher from the hand
That formed of earth the human face
And to the elements did stand
In nearer kindred than our race.
In many a flood to madness tossed
In many a storm has been his path;
He hid him not from heat or frost
But met themand defied their wrath. -
Then they were kind- the forests here
Riversand stiller waterspaid
A tribute to the net and spear
Of the red ruler of the shade.
Fruits on the woodland branches lay
Roots in the shaded soil below;
The stars looked forth to teach his way;
The still earth warned him of the foe. -
A noble race! but they are gone
With their old forests wide and deep
And we have built our homes upon
Fields where their generations sleep.
Their fountains slake our thirst at noon
Upon their fields our harvest waves
Our lovers woo beneath their moon-
Then let us spareat leasttheir graves. - -
THE END