On The Death Of General Sir Ralph Abercrombie.
Mute, memory stands, at valor's awful shrine, In tears Britannia mourns her hero dead; A world's regret, brave Abercrombie's thine. For nature sorrow'd as thy spirit fled! For, not the tear that matchless courage claims To honest zeal, and soft compassion due, Alone is thine o'er thy ador'd remains Each virtue weeps, for all once liv'd in you. Yes, on thy deeds exulting I could dwell, To speak the merits of thy honor'd name; But, ah! what need my humble muse to tell, When rapture's self has echo'd forth thy fame? Yet, still thy name its energies shall deal, When wild-storms gather round thy country's sun; Her glowing youth shall grasp the gleamy steel, Rank'd round the glorious wreaths which thou hast won!
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