i?eiy:re tlie Battle*^ r 1 The joy of the snrdefc ?£ay-Umu.Slaging r. tre.grant lay,le the rustic of flowery rhyrho,Prom groan. fields far away,Biddath mine eyea grow dun, •■. i*Like r. funeral hymn.T cannatlaugh in the light,Born of.tbo golden.Spring, iPor a sorrow, black as nighi,2.1/ *oul is shadowing ;And all ibe illy dadsn air Brea thee a cere.I cannot echo the about Of merry boys at play,Nor join tha throngera out In the clty‘i rash to-day, por I listen in waiting gloom Vwrthf fir-t dull boom.Ob! for t’no dawning death,Oh 1 for the viewless graves,In the May-ttme'sbalmy brotli —Wooing tee nation’s br»7G8 :Oh s for the rcese that bloom r'vr the tomb.. Charlts I/inty I?■*1