LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC, 221
And now what happier fate to your brave souls
Than so to strive and fighting fall ?
Think you that He who sees you, and controls,
Did not devise it all?
The mountains that you loved have taken you,
And we who love you will not weep.
Shall we begrudge? Your last look saw sky blue;
You will be glad to sleep.
Your pure names (thine renowned, yours fresh with
youth
And full of promise) shall be kept
Still in our hearts like mirrors of the truth,
As if you had not slept.