Yet spirit immortal, the tomb can not bind thee,But like thine own eagle that soars to the sunThou springest from bondage and leavest behind theeA name which before thee no mortal hath won.Tho' nations may combat, and war's thunders rattle,No more on thy steed wilt thou sweep o’er the plain:Thou sleep'st thy last sleep, thou hast fought thy last battle,No sound can awake thee to glory again.
Go where glory waits thee;But while fame elates thee,Oh! still remember me.thomas moore
Go where glory waits thee,But while fame elates thee,Oh! still remember me!thomas moore