Give me the death of those 
Who for their country die; 
And oh! be mine like their repose, 
When cold and low they lie!' 
Their loveliest mother earth 
Enshrines the fallen brave ; 
In her sweet lap who gave them birth, 
They find their tranquil grave. 
MontgomeeJ. 
Man, through all ages of revolving time. 
Unchanging man, in every varying clime. 
Deems his own land of every land the pride, 
Beloved by Heaven o’er all the world beside; 
His home the spot of earth supremely blest,— 
A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest. 
MONTOOMEEr. 
