Here you will find the Poem The Field Of Battle of poet James Henry Leigh Hunt
The Deed of Blood is o'er! And, hark, the Trumpet's mournful breath Low murmurs round it a Note of Death? The Mighty are no more! How solemn slow that distant Groan!? O, could AMBITION, wild with fear, The deep prophetic Warning hear, And, looking, listning vain around For one soul-soothing, softer sound, While near, unseen, the Fiends of Hell Toll round the wretch his fancied Knell, Rave all alone! But, hark, soft Plaints arise!? Friendship, adieu; farewel, soft Love! I go to smiling Peace above:? The Friend, the Lover dies! Yet, happy Soul to Freedom giv'n, Go where no proud tyrannic Lord Drives Man upon his Brother's sword; Where Angels from thine arms shall tear The Chains AMBITION bade thee wear; Where, on the once pale Cheek of Woe, In Smiles immortal, Roses blow? The Bloom of Heav'n!
