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Felicia Dorothea Hemans - Woman On The Field Of BattleFelicia Dorothea Hemans - Woman On The Field Of Battle
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Where hath not a woman stood,     Strong in affection`s might? a reed, upborne     By an o`er mastering current! GENTLE and lovely form,   What didst thou here, When the fierce battle-storm   Bore down the spear? Banner and shiver`d crest   Beside thee strown, Tell, that amidst the best,   Thy work was done! Yet strangely, sadly fair,   O`er the wild scene, Gleams, through its golden hair,   That brow serene. Low lies the stately head,–   Earth-bound the free; How gave those haughty dead   A place to thee? Slumberer! thine early bier   Friends should have crown`d, Many a flower and tear   Shedding around. Soft voices, clear and young,   Mingling their swell, Should o`er thy dust have sung   Earth`s last farewell. Sisters, above the grave   Of thy repose, Should have bid violets wave   With the white rose. How must the trumpet`s note,   Savage and shrill, For requiem o`er thee float,   Thou fair and still! And the swift charger sweep   In full career, Trampling thy place of sleep–   Why camest thou here? Why?–ask the true heart why   Woman hath been Ever, where brave men die   Unshrinking seen? Unto this harvest ground   Proud reapers came,– Some, for that stirring sound,   A warrior`s name; Some, for the stormy play   And joy of strife; And some, to fling away   A weary life;– But thou, pale sleeper, thou,   With the slight frame, And the rich locks, whose glow   Death cannot tame; Only one thought, one power,   Thee could have led, So, through the tempest`s hour,   To lift thy head! Only the true, the strong,   The love, whose trust Woman`s deep soul too long   Pours on the dust!
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