The one long graved, the other just begun. These shall survive alike when son and sire Beneath one common stroke of fate expire: Perhaps their last memorial these alone, Denied in death a monumental stone, Whilst to the gale in mournful cadence

wave

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The sighing weeds that hide their nameless

grave.

friend's,

Advanced to claim his friend with honest joy,

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The tender guidance of a father's care.
Can rank, or e'en a guardian's name, supply
The love which glistens in a father's eye?
For this can wealth or title's sound atone,
Made, by a parent's early loss, my own?
What brother springs a brother's love to
seek?

What sister's gentle kiss has prest my cheek?

For me how dull the vacant moments rise, To no fond bosom link'd by kindred ties! Oft in the progress of some fleeting dream Fraternal smiles collected round me seem; While still the visions to my heart are prest,

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The voice of love will murmur in my rest:

Candid and liberal, with a heart of steel 271 In danger's path, though not untaught to feel.

Still I remember, in the factious strife,
The rustic's musket aim'd against my life:
High poised in air the massy weapon hung,
A cry of horror burst from every tongue;
Whilst I, in combat with another foe,
Fought on, unconscious of th' impending
blow;

Your arm, brave boy, arrested his career-
Forward you sprung, insensible to fear; 280
Disarm'd and baffled by your conquering
hand,

The grovelling savage roll'd upon the sand. An act like this, can simple thanks repay ? Or all the labours of a grateful lay? Oh no! whene'er my breast forgets the deed,

That instant, DAVUS, it deserves to bleed.