The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 3/Hebrew Melodies/Thy Days are done

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The Works of Lord Byron by George Gordon Byron
Thy Days are done

THY DAYS ARE DONE.

I.

Thy days are done, thy fame begun;
 Thy country's strains record
The triumphs of her chosen Son,
 The slaughters of his sword!
The deeds he did, the fields he won,
 The freedom he restored!


II.

Though thou art fall'n, while we are free
 Thou shalt not taste of death!
The generous blood that flowed from thee
 Disdained to sink beneath:
Within our veins its currents be,
 Thy spirit on our breath!


III.

Thy name, our charging hosts along,
 Shall be the battle-word!
Thy fall, the theme of choral song
 From virgin voices poured!
To weep would do thy glory wrong:
 Thou shalt not be deplored.