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LINES WRITTEN ON THE DEATH OF


HARRISON.
And hast thou gone the virtuous and the brave?
And art thou resting in the silent grave;
All yes, It's true; a Nations moan is heard,
Nations noblest son is numbered with The dead.
A country bleeds and why was she bereayed
Her flinting cause thy valiant sword unsheathe,
Her dearest rights were by thine aid restored,
Her highest gift was thine-thou was: almost
adored


Then why did death her fondest hope thus
blight?


Why from her bosom didst thou take thy eight
Mysterious Heaven thy claims right and
just,
We would not linus repne, nor wake his slee,
ing dust.
Rest Patriot-Statesman, meH thy work is doie
Rest Nirtuous Chieftain -aurels thou hast
won,


Thy course is ended, thy reward is given,
A glorious crown, thou hast received in iieaven
Noolwiah, May, i94i. DILrA.