Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 22, Pages 585-586
WOMAN ON THE FIELD OF BATTLE.
————Where hath not woman stood,
Strong in affection's might?—A reed, upborne
By an o'ermastering current!——
Gentle and lovely Form!
What didst thou here,
When the fierce battle-storm
Bore down the spear?
Banner and shiver'd crest
Beside thee strown,
Tell, that amidst the best,
Thy work was done.
Yet strangely, sadly fair,
O'er the wild scene,
Gleams through its golden hair
That brow serene.
Low lies the stately head,
Earth-bound the free;—
How gave those haughty Dead
A place to thee?
Slumberer! thine early bier
Friends should have crown'd,
Many a flower and tear
Shedding around.
Soft voices, clear and young,
Mingling their swell,
Should o'er thy dust have sung
Earth's last farewell.
Sisters, about the grave
Of thy repose,
Should have bid violets wave
With the white rose.
Now must the trumpet’s note,
Savage and shrill,
For requiem o'er thee float,
Thou fair and still!
