Monday, May 31, 2010

THANK YOU!

How sleep the brave, who sink to rest,
By all their country's wishes blest!
When Spring, with dewy fingers cold,
Returns to deck their hallow'd mould,
She there shall dress a sweeter sod
Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.
By fairy hands their knell is rung,
There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray,
To bless the turf that wraps their clay;
And Freedom shall awhile repair,
To dwell, a weeping hermit, there.


~William Collins

1 comment:

Frizzy and Bird said...

Beautiful.

I can't believe we both titled our blog posts "Thank You" today. Too funny.