From Poubon's .American Daily advertiser


MsDONOUGH.
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Thou shouldst not to the grave descend
Unknown to foe, unwept by friend;
Nor need the panegyrist's verse
In glowing strains thy deeds rehearsc.
We ask not for thy early tomb,
Ambitions proudest leaf to blooms
Or that nation should decree


Marble or obsequies to thee.
Yet when thr recollected charms
of modest worth, one heart embalmsi
When that heart prompts one holy tear
To joys once known--no longer here.
Glide not!-the cline to which thou'st fed,
| Where sighs are not, nor tear is shed,


Is genial to that love, whose birth


Like angels love, was not Of Garth


Fare wel!!-and while we say farewell,


We weep not that yon narrow cell


Encloses thee, for there thy head


Is pillowcd on the hero's bed


The lIcro's bed how sweet TO die
When victory's won-IIow sweet to lie


Where laurels deck the warriors brow,


Where tears and smiles attend him now!