Daily quote by Fitz-Greene Halleck

• Come to the bridal chamber, Death!
  Come to the mother’s, when she feels
  For the first time her first-born’s breath!
  Come when the blessed seals
  That close the pestilence are broke,
  And crowded cities wail its stroke!
  Come in consumption’s ghastly form,
  The earthquake shock, the ocean storm!
  Come when the heart beats high and warm,
  With banquet song, and dance, and wine!
  And thou art terrible!—the tear,
  The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier,
  And all we know or dream or fear
  Of agony are thine.

  But to the hero, when his sword
  Has won the battle for the free,
  Thy voice sounds like a prophet’s word;
  And in its hollow tones are heard
  The thanks of millions yet to be.

  • Marco Bozzaris.