POETRY.

From the Boston Gazette.
From the Boston Gazette.


WAR.
IsAw the gallant warriors crest


Fall bravely as his spirit flew
saw him nobly sink to rest,


In glory's bed-on Waterloo.
thought it was glorious death


And almost enyied him who draws
The sword for Justice !; whose last breath
Was freely spent in Freedoms cause.
Twas transient thought, and passed
Forth from the mind at Reasons ray
As meteor-Iights, which only last


The night, and fly the face of day.
On Eneland's shore, with thoughtful brow
saw female maniac there;
She had been happy once; was now


The very emblem of Despair.
He. round whose fate her spirit twined,
As the young ivy clasps the oak;
Whose soul with hers was firmly joined,
All earthly ties had burst and broke.
This life to her was rapture all,


Till WAR his dreaded clarion blew;
Her husband heard his country's call,
Her husband fell at Waterloo.
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Whom love had taught her to prefer,
who knew, and justly priced her worth,
Was gone-and what was life to her!
She has not e'en the joy, alone


To she'd her sorrows DER his grave;
There is no tomb, there is no stone,
From common dust his name to save
Had martial music, Victory's blast,
One note to sooth her broken heart
She'll heed no trumpet, but the last,
Which summons friends, no more to part.
On the cold sod, in the loved spot
Where first they met, she stood aghast;
Reason her empire had forgot,
Save some faint memory of the past.
Her very woes thai spot endear'd,
Unnumber'd tears had bathed its sod
His name its every echo heard,
There countless prayers arose to God.
Oh WAR! one of thy wretched wrecks
Behold My soul with horror starts;
For not thel least of thy effects,
Are ravaged feelings-broken hearts.