Oh! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade, br Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid: br Sad, silent, and dark, be the tears that we shed, br As the night-dew that falls on the grass o'er his head. br br But the night-dew that falls, though in silence it weeps, br Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps; br And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, br Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.