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Sleep, comrades, sleep and rest / On this Field of the Grounded Arms, / Where foes no more molest, / Nor sentry's shot alarms!
Ye have slept on the ground before, / And started to your feet / At the cannon's sudden roar, / Or the drum's redoubling beat.
But in this camp of Death / No sound your slumber breaks; / Here is no fevered breath, / No wound that bleeds and aches.
All is repose and peace, / Untrampled lies the sod; / The shouts of battle cease, / It is the Truce of God!
Rest, comrades, rest and sleep! / The thoughts of men shall be / As sentinels to keep / Your rest from danger free.
Your silent tents of green / We deck with fragrant flowers; / Yours has the suffering been, / The memory shall be ours.