Thomas Kibble Hervey Inspirational Quotes (4)

Wake, soldier wake, thy war-horse waits To bear thee to the battle back-- Thou slumberest at a foeman's gates,-- Thy dog would break thy bivouac Thy plume is trailing in the dust, And thy red falchion gathering rust.

Morn on the waters, and purple and bright Bursts on the billows the flushing of light O'er the glad waves, like a child of the sun, See the tall vessel goes gallantly on.

A Hebrew knelt in the dying light, His eye was dim and cold The hairs on his brow were silver white, And his blood was thin and old.

He stood beside a cottage lone And listened to a lute, One summer's eve, when the breeze was gone, And the nightingale was mute.