Maxioms by Fitz-greene Halleck
But to the hero, when his sword
Has won the battle for the free,
Thy voice sounds read more
But to the hero, when his sword
Has won the battle for the free,
Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word,
And in its hollow tones are heard
The thanks of millions yet to be.
There is an evening twilight of the heart,
When its wild passion-waves are lulled to rest.
There is an evening twilight of the heart,
When its wild passion-waves are lulled to rest.
