p. 38 (seq. 41)




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As they pass off the stage the curtain draws up, and discovers to the
audience a Lady nearly connected with one of the principal actors in the
Group, reclined in an adjoining sleeve, who in mournful accents accosts them
thus ––

What painful scenes are hov'ring o'er the morn
When spring again invigorates the lawn!
Instead of the gay landscape's beautious dies
Must the stain'd field salute our weeping eyes,
Must the green turf, and all the mournful glades,
Drench'd in the stream, absorb their dewy heads,
Whilst the tall oak, and quiv'ring willow bends
To make a covert for their country's friends,
Deny'd a grave! - amid the hurrying scene
Of routed armies scouring o'er the plain.
Till British troops shall to Columbia yield,
And freedom's sons are masters of the field;
Then o'er the purpl'd plain the victors tread
Among the slain to seek each patriot dead;
(While Freedom weeps that merit could not save
But conq'ring heroes must enrich the grave)
An adamantine monument they rear
with this inscription – Virtues sons lie here!

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