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The famous general EPITAPH
From DEMOSTHENES.
These for their country's cause were sheath'd in armsAnd all base imputations dare despise;
And nobly struck with Glory's dreadful charms,
Made death their aim, eternity their prize.
For never could their mighty spirits yield,
To see themselves and country-men in chains;
And earth's kind bosom hides them in the field
Of battle, so the WILL SUPREME ordains;
To conquer chance and error's not reveal'd,
For mortals sure mortality remains.
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