GOOD oars, for Arnolds sake,
By Laleham lightly bound,
And near the bank, O soft,
Darling swan!
Let not the oerweary wake
Anew from natal ground,
But where he slumbered oft,
Slumber on.
Be less than boat or bird,
The pensive stream along;
No murmur make, nor gleam,
At his side.
Where was it he had heard
Of warfare and of wrong?
Not there, in any dream
Since he died.
