POETRY. lOOi 



Of thy dear country ; else the piteous groaa 



Of sullied freedom and dismember'd states 



Had rung e'en to thy soul. For thou wast kind 



In nature, and thy breast would throb to hear 



Of high achievements, and the valor old 



Of chiefs recorded in historic page, 



Who by fair deeds and honourable strife 



Upheld our England's fame. Therefore I deem, 



Though torn untimely from our fond embrace, 



The^ blest above thy peers ; whose sleep of death 



{Ere fate had dealt one night of restless woe) ' 



Stole unpercciv'd on thy delighted youth. 



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