Ode: The Sleeping Brave

PERSONAL APPEARANCE OF JESUS. 825 His garb was simple, and his sandals worn; His stature modell'd with a perfect grace; His countenance the impress of a God, Touched with the open innocence of a child; His eye was blue and calm, as is the sky In the serenest noon; his hair unshorn Fell to his shoulders; and his curling beard The fullness of perfected manhood bore. ODE. THE SLEEPING BRAVE. 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 hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung, By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay, And Freedom shall awhile repair To dwell a weeping pilgrim there. Collins.