Leonard Heath Quotes (2 Quotes)

On a lone barren isle, where the wild roaring billows Assail the stern rock, and the loud tempests rave, The hero lies still, while the dew-drooping willows, Like fond weeping mourners, lean over his grave. The lightnings may flash and the loud thunders rattle He heeds not, he hears not, he 's free from all pain He sleeps his last sleep, he has fought his last battle No sound can awake him to glory again.

Yet spirit immortal, the tomb cannot bind thee, But like thine own eagle that soars to the sun Thou springest from bondage and leavest behind thee A name which before thee no mortal hath won. Tho' nations may combat, and war's thunders rattle, No more on thy steed wilt thou sweep o'er the plain Thou sleep'st thy last sleep, thou hast fought thy last battle, No sound can awake thee to glory again.