MILITARY SOh?i& WILLIAM TI? BY ?]?e side of yon str?am16t there ?rows a green. That bends to its surface and kisses each wave; ]?eneath whose dark shade, with the sod for his p?liow, In pestce rests the spirit of William the brave. Them, them o'er his grave does ao stone tell his story, lq'o monument glitters in spleodid array, Oh.* no on the heart is recorded his glory, On 1ove'a holy altar 'twill never decay. Them, lonely at evening, when day is declining, Sweet Mary, in sorrow, oft hies to his grave; And moistens the flowers, in beauty entwimng, With tears to the memory of William the brave. 'Tin the test of affection, far sweeter appearing, Than all the gay glitter that custom e'er gave; Ah Heaven.* 'ils a tribute, and doubly endearing W?nen shed by fond love, o'er the tomb of the bray9. THE 80LDIF?'S DREAM. Ooa bugles sang truce-for the night cloud had low- er'd, And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky], And thousands had sunk on the ground overpower?l, The weary to sleep, and the wounded to When repositlg that nighf on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-?caring fagot that guarded the slain; At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again. Mathought from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far I had roam'd on a desolate track; 'Twas autumn--and sunshine arose on the way �To the home of. my fathers, that welcomed me back.
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