Hurry No Man's Cattle; You May Come

Whose Lenient Sorrows Find Relief, Whose Joys Are Chastened By Their Grief.

Each Must Drain His Share Of Pleasure, Share Of Pain.

Soldier, Rest! Thy Warfare O'er, Sleep The Sleep That Knows Not Breaking, Dream Of Battled Fields No More. Days Of Danger, Nights Of Waking.

Time Rolls His Ceaseless Course.

I'll Dream No More--by Mainly Mind Not Even In Sleep Is Well Resigned. My Midnight Orisons Said O'er, I'll Turn To Rest And Dream No More.