I stood upon the shore,
And looked upon the wave,
While I thought me o'er and o'er
HERE SLEEP THE BRAVE!
The shadow of the hills,
The azure of the flood,
The murmuring of the rills
Recall a scene of blood.
When the war-cry filled the breeze,
And the rifle and the bow
Were like leaves upon the trees,
But did not daunt Munro!
'Mid the thunders of the train,
And the fires that flashed alarm!
And the shouts that rent the plain,
To battle rush'd Montcalm!
But the red cross floats no more
Upon the ruin'd walls,
And the wind sighs on the shore,
Like the noise of waterfalls.
And the spirit of the hour
Is as peaceful as yon wave,
While pleasure builds its bower
O'ER THE ASHES OF THE BRAVE.