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BY MRS . MARY ROBINSON . SUPPOSED TO BE WRITTEN NEAR A TREE OVER THE GRAVE OF COLONEL BOSVILLE .
jfl H 1 pensive traveller , if thy tear E ' er fell on Valour ' s early grave , Arrest thy wand ' ring steps , and here Lament the lot that wants the brave !
Here , gallant moralist , descry The proudest boast that man can claim . The g lorious privilege to die . Exulting in his country ' s fame ! Here bind the laurel steep'd in tears , Tears that in glowing youth he died , Blest with each charm that most endears
, His kindred ' s hope- —his nation ' s pridei Nor shall the pensive MUSE forbear To mingle sainted names with thine 5 Thy gallant comrades oft shall share , The tender sigh , the mournful line 1 Oh ! hallow'd turf ! lone silent spot ,
Adorn'd with feeling * s gem sublime , E ' en when the MUSE-shall be-forgot , Thy fame shall brave the blasts of time . And thou , rude BARK , preserve his name , Carv'd by a just recording hand , And proudly conscious of THAT FAME , Thy guardian branches wide expand .
Keep from this sod the pattering rain , The wintry wind , the drifted snow ; And when blithe summer paints the plain , Here let the sweetest flowrets blow . No trophied column twin'd with bays , No gilded tablet bears his name ; A SOLDIER , boasts superior praise
, A GRATEFUL COUNTRY guards his FAMSS 3 $
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
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BY MRS . MARY ROBINSON . SUPPOSED TO BE WRITTEN NEAR A TREE OVER THE GRAVE OF COLONEL BOSVILLE .
jfl H 1 pensive traveller , if thy tear E ' er fell on Valour ' s early grave , Arrest thy wand ' ring steps , and here Lament the lot that wants the brave !
Here , gallant moralist , descry The proudest boast that man can claim . The g lorious privilege to die . Exulting in his country ' s fame ! Here bind the laurel steep'd in tears , Tears that in glowing youth he died , Blest with each charm that most endears
, His kindred ' s hope- —his nation ' s pridei Nor shall the pensive MUSE forbear To mingle sainted names with thine 5 Thy gallant comrades oft shall share , The tender sigh , the mournful line 1 Oh ! hallow'd turf ! lone silent spot ,
Adorn'd with feeling * s gem sublime , E ' en when the MUSE-shall be-forgot , Thy fame shall brave the blasts of time . And thou , rude BARK , preserve his name , Carv'd by a just recording hand , And proudly conscious of THAT FAME , Thy guardian branches wide expand .
Keep from this sod the pattering rain , The wintry wind , the drifted snow ; And when blithe summer paints the plain , Here let the sweetest flowrets blow . No trophied column twin'd with bays , No gilded tablet bears his name ; A SOLDIER , boasts superior praise
, A GRATEFUL COUNTRY guards his FAMSS 3 $