Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1861-04-27
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Sacred to the Memory of JOSEPH WARREN who
fell in the Battle at Charlestown, fighting gallant
ly for his Country.
Such their Care for all the Great,
WhensOeer they meet their fate
Shades heroic throng around,
Pleas'd to tend tn expiring Ground;
Pleased to mark the tayUurd Place
Where they end their glorious Race,
Round the Turf, or grassy Sod
Palms with lews they learn to nod
There, by silent Luna's Rays,
OFT a tun'ral dirge they raise.
SO, on some appointed Hill,
Heav'ns last Mandate to fulfill,
When with Blood they seal their Cause,
Die to save their Country's Laws,
Joy'd at such nameless Sight,
Countless Worthless quick aigbt;
Rapt in soft, celestial Flames,
Stepping to sublimest strains
Thus in silent Fomp they rove,
There admire Brothers Love;
AS the mystic March goes round,
All the neighbrin Wales resound.
Thus when WARREN late was slain,
Passing Mourners heard them plain.
"CATos HAMPDENs, SYDNEY's, come,
Ye of BRITAIN, GREECE, or ROME,
IL Tor JUSTICE who did plead,
lie for FREEDOM who did bleed,
Quit While TIL eysian Land,
Join in one harmonic Band
Come. install HERO NEW
Who deserves to rank with you;
Bring tue laurel leas along,
Swell the chorus with Conq'ror's Song,
Fix upon his Head the Crown,
For he's worthy OF Renown.
He for Justice boldly plead,
He for Freedom nobly bled
Take him to our Seats above.
There proclaim his genrous Love-
Tell how oft Earths Senates rung,
Charmed by his mellitiuous Tongue;
Tell how oft his patriot zeal
Stroye to save the British Veal;
Midnight Vigils how he kept,
All his Ease and lntrest left,
Greatly firm in Virtues cause,
Sworn t. oppose tyrannic Laws.
Tho most graceful ev'ry Air,
Tho i'll Healing grace his Skill,
Tho most kind his constant Will,
Tho his social virtues great
Tho they ShOne from early Date,
Not with these the patriot Flame,
Must we now pretend to name;
These are all beneath the Strains
Due to Heroes spouting veins
''Norttern Blasts he never tear'd,
Nor e'en pTiHcety Gull reverb;
ProShtuted Force he scorn'd,
SldrryS MyrnidOns lie spurn'd;
Brayely bent to meet the Foe,
Dealing Death i'll every Blow,
Great i'll Ruin when lie 1el,
Proud to die, he cry'd tbs lceH.
Dying Patriots now we sing,
Jointly touch the highest String;
Jointly all your powrs devote,
Blow Tor them the highest Note.
Earth can nothing greater boast,
Dying Patriot is her most;
Heay'n can nothing greater know,
Zen where Fires seIaphic glow,
Worthy such of Anglers Praise,
Such should have diy.nest Lays.
''Fair America is blest,
Hence arose our welcome Guest;
She such sons shall never want
Nor shall 1yrants such e'er daunt
Scorching Flames and Fields of Blood,
All shall work the greatest Good.
Starry clanks her Chains in vain,
Despots there shall never reign;
Yet fair Liberty shall stand,
Yet shall sway that happy Land;
Yet her godlike sons shall rest,
OF their Birthrights still pOssest.
They the World throughout shall save,
They shall make the 1lmid brave.
Tho their present peace il marr'd,
Tho their future Struggle hard,
Brttain'S Sons, degen'rate grown,
For their Folly yet shall mourn
Grey'd their ancient Sires look down,
Curse their Measures, give Frown,
Swear the Glory is Transferred,
YOUNG AMERICA is preferred;
Heay'n is fiXt her ardent Friend,
She shall see glorious End;
Long in Bliss her Sons shall reign.
Till their native Skies they gain
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Passing 1lourners, waking found
Neither Shades faihtest- sound.
Hear We Sons of Freedom, hear,
Danish hence your ey'ry Fear;
Trust, for once, a Prophecy,
Know, the Period draweth nigh.
Providence, July q, 1765. BIB.