Felt-and raised his arm on high,

Victory well the fignal knew,

Darted from his awful eye,

And the force of FRANCE o'erthrew

But the horrors of that fight,

Were the weeping MUSE to tell;

O'twould cleave the womb of night,

And awake the dead that fell!

Gafh'd with honourable scars,

Low in Glory's lap they lie:

Though they fell, they fell like ftars,

Streaming fplendour through the sky.

Yet fhall Memory mourn that day,

When with expectation pale,

Of her foldier far away,

The poor widow hears the tale.

In imagination wild,

She shall wander o'er this plain;

Rave, and bid her orphan child

Seek his fire among the slain.

Gently, from the Western deep,
O ye evening breezes rife !

O'er the Lyre of MEMNON fweep,
Wake its spirit with your fighs.

Harp of MEMNON! sweetly ftrung To the mufic of the spheres;

While the Hero's dirge is fung,

Breathe enchantment to our ears.

Let thy numbers foft and flow,

O'er the plain with carnage fpread,

Soothe the dying, while they flow

To the memory of the dead.

"None bu folemn, tender tones,

Tremble from thy plaintive wires;

Hark! the wounded WARRIOR groans! Hufh thy warbling, he expires.

Hufh!-while Sorrow wakes and weeps:

O'er his relicks cold and pale,

Night her filent vigil keeps,

In a mournful moonlight veil.

Harp of MEMNON! from afar

Ere the lark falute the sky,

Watch the rifing of the star,

That proclaims the morning nigh.

Soon the fun's afcending rays,

In a flood of hallow'd fire,

O'er thy kindling chords fhall blaze,

And thy magic foul inspire.

Then thy tones triumphant pour,

Let them pierce the Hero's grave; Life's tumultuous battle o'er,

O how sweetly sleep the brave!

From the duft their laurels bloom,

High they fhoot, and flourish free;

Glory's temple is the tomb!

Death is immortality!

THE PILLOW.

THE head that oft this PILLOW prefs'd,

That aching head, is gone to reft;

It's little pleasures now no more,

And all its mighty forrows o'er,

For ever, in the worm's dark bed,

For ever fleeps that humble head!

MY FRIEND was young, the world was new;

The world was falfe, MY FRIEND was true;

Lowly his lot, his birth obfcure,

His fortune hard, MY FRIEND was poor;

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