THE LAST REVOLUTIONARY.
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BY JESSE E. DOW. Oh! where are they-those iron men

 Who braved the battles storm of fire, When wars wild halo filled the glen,

 And lit each humble village spire' When hill sent back the sound to hill, And might was right, and law was will! Oh! where are they whose manly breasts Beat back the pride of England's might; Whose stalwart arms laid low the crests Of many an old and valiant knight When evening came with murderous flame, And Liberty was but name' 1 see them in the distant form,

 Like spectres on the misty shore; | =lore them rolls the dreadful storm,

 And hills send forth their rills of gore; Around them death with lightning breath. Is twining an immortal wreath. 'Tis evening, and the setting sun,

 Sinks slowly down beneath the wave; And there l see gray haired one

 special courier to the grave; He looks around on vale and mound And falls upon the battle ground. Beneath him sleeps the hallowed earth, Now chilled like him. and still and cold The blood that gave young Freedom birth No longer warns that warrior old He waves his hand with stern command, Then dies, the last of gloIy's band.