Printed and PublsheA Tuesday Friday, by



THE WARRIOR.
{"newspaper_name": "American watchman and Delaware advertiser.", "edition": "01", "page": "p1", "byline": ""}
{"character_count": 562, "word_count": 101, "ccnet_language_score": [0.9262999892234802], "ccnet_perplexity": [1215.199951171875], "fasttext_language": ["en"]}
II is not when the warriors frown


Hath made the proudest armies bow;
II is not when the victor's crown


Is placed upon the warriors brow
II is not when nation pays


Such envied honors to his name.
Nor when surrounded by their blaze,


That dearest is the warriors fame.
Par dearer when the pitying tear


Is softly trembling in his eye,
Which rather mourns the carnage near,
Than gladdens at the victory.
And dearer still when in that hour


The warrior breathes the iowly prayer.
Nor boasts the aid of human power,


But owns "the hand Of Heaven" was there.