Ontario Readers Third Book, The

<h2><SPAN name="Soldier" id="Soldier"></SPAN>SOLDIER, REST</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span>"Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er,<br/></span> <span class="i1">Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking;<br/></span> <span>Dream of battled fields no more,<br/></span> <span class="i1">Days of danger, nights of waking.<br/></span> <span>In our isle's enchanted hall,<br/></span> <span class="i1">Hands unseen thy couch are strewing,<br/></span> <span>Fairy strains of music fall,<br/></span> <span class="i1">Every sense in slumber dewing.<br/></span> <span>Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er,<br/></span> <span>Dream of fighting fields no more:<br/></span> <span>Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking,<br/></span> <span>Morn of toil, nor night of waking.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span>"No rude sound shall reach thine ear,<br/></span> <span class="i1">Armour's clang, or war-steed champing,<br/></span> <span>Trump nor pibroch summon here<br/></span> <span class="i1">Mustering clan, or squadron tramping.<br/></span> <span>Yet the lark's shrill fife may come<br/></span> <span class="i1">At the daybreak from the fallow,<br/></span> <span>And the bittern sound his drum,<br/></span> <span class="i1">Booming from the sedgy shallow.<br/></span> <span>Ruder sounds shall none be near,<br/></span> <span>Guards nor warders challenge here,<br/></span> <span>Here's no war-steed's neigh and champing,<br/></span> <span>Shouting clans or squadrons stamping."<br/></span></div> </div> <p class="citation"><span class="smcap">Scott</span>: "The Lady of the Lake"</p> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />