...And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky ; And thousands had sunk on the ground overpowered, The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die. When reposing...the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far I had roamed on a desolate track ; 'Twas autumn — and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers,...

...driven like sheep to the field of slaughter. OUR bugles sang truce—for the night-cloud had lowered The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die. When reposing that night on my pallet of straw, And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky; And thousands had sunk on the ground overpowered,...

...forget or despise his goodness. While I lay on the bank of the river, in the midst of my distress, " At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning I dreamed it again !" I was back to Dublin — I had never been away — and what an exuberance of delight...

...And the sentinel-stars set the watch in the sky, And thousands had sunk on the ground, overpowered ; The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die. When reposing that night upon my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring faggot, that guarded the slain, In the dead of the night...

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...And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky ; And thousands had sunk on the ground overpowered, The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die. When reposing...that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain ; At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning...

...And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky ; And thousands had sunk on the ground overpower'd, The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die. When reposing...that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain ; At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning...

...And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky ; And thousands had sunk on the ground overpower'd, The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die. When reposing...that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain ; At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning...

...And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky : And thousands had sunk on the ground overpower^!, The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die. When reposing...pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring fagot that guarded (he slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision 1 i-:i\v, And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it...

...And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky; And thousands had sunk on the ground overpower'd, The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die. When reposing...that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain; At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the niorning...