LINES
{"newspaper_name": "The Columbian fountain.", "edition": "01", "page": "p4", "byline": ""}
{"character_count": 845, "word_count": 158, "ccnet_language_score": [0.7998999953269958], "ccnet_perplexity": [2108.300048828125], "fasttext_language": ["en"]}
BIZ THE ANNAPOLIS BARD.
,s Come ye that have a tear to give
To yirtuous worth,
Here sleeps form as worthy it
Asgraced the earth.


Come Fathers Ger her silent tomb


And drop tear,
And weep for one whose flia heart


Lies buried here.


Weep, Mothers, weep, daughters form


And heart hath fled
. Come join your tears, and blend your sighs
Above the dead.
- Come friends and kindred, come and join
a 1H Your tears to mine,
's. And pay the last sad tribute to
80 A virtuous shrine.
Let some fond hand implant a flower
Upon her grave,
% II And let the zephyr breath of Heaven
- .#.. Its branches wave.


Affection, shall her dews dstil


From Angels ayes,


And nourish the celestial flower
To grace the skies.
d ! And when trausplanted to yon field,
This hope is given,
That it shall bloom, gem, to grace
Z Yon azure Heaven.
Baltimore, April lst.