For I must know the ?hero's doom, To breathe my blessings o'er his tomb. Cease, hail and rain, to drench my vest.: Or slumbering Sorrow sooth to rest, While I pace many a darkened field, To seek, though dead,his country's shield. For, though no more he lives to fight, But only lives in memory's night, I at his tomb my vow will seal, And o'er his honored marble kneel. Cease, Pleasure, cease! and think of' him Who ne'er could Freedora's laurel dim! Nor?shall this pause for him be vain, For he expir'd our rights to gain! And, though he lies in yon cold earth, Thgre Freedora's fire shall take new birth, To seek the clay where he may .Who sought his grave through liberty. WASHINGTON. Oh ne'er to man did bounteous heaven impaxt A purer spirit or mot? generous heart;m And in that heart fdhd'nature sweetly blend The patriot hero, and the faithful friend. x
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