The Poetry Corner

Andre's Request.

By Nathaniel Parker Willis

It is not the fear of death That damps my brow; It is not for another breath I ask thee now; I can die with a lip unstirr'd And a quiet heart - Let but this prayer be heard Ere I depart. I can give up my mother's look - My sister's kiss; I can think of love - yet brook A death like this! I can give up the young fame I burn'd to win - All - but the spotless name I glory in! Thine is the power to give, Thine to deny, Joy for the hour I live - Calmness to die. By all the brave should cherish, By my dying breath, I ask that I may perish With a soldier's death!