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ODE,
INSCRIBED TO MAJOR GENERAL BROWN, CONQUEROR OF THE NORTH.
Graced by that brow's transcendant height,
Will the full wreath of glory flow;
Like Erie's vernal waters bright,
And stainless as his winter's snow.
Glory, that with triumphant tread,
Thee, and thy youthful warriors led.
Will the full wreath of glory flow;
Like Erie's vernal waters bright,
And stainless as his winter's snow.
Glory, that with triumphant tread,
Thee, and thy youthful warriors led.
What to a nation's heart so dear,
As he, who for her fame would die,
What calls a nation's generous tear,
Like HIM, who bleeds in victory!
Each sacred wound, to her a gem,
More prized than England's diadem.
As he, who for her fame would die,
What calls a nation's generous tear,
Like HIM, who bleeds in victory!
Each sacred wound, to her a gem,
More prized than England's diadem.
Nor ever, on that brow sublime,
Can the fine wreath, or fall, or fade;
But brightening with the breath of time,
Be green as Erie's fragrant shade,
When, breaking on the BORDER WAR,
Was seen to soar thy leading star.
Can the fine wreath, or fall, or fade;
But brightening with the breath of time,
Be green as Erie's fragrant shade,
When, breaking on the BORDER WAR,
Was seen to soar thy leading star.
Thine was to prove the Briton brave,
As the fell Indian's might to try,
Niagara's giant dome to save,
Or mid his thunder's dirge to die:
And where the Minstrel-Harp is known,
Thee shall the muses make their own.
As the fell Indian's might to try,
Niagara's giant dome to save,
Or mid his thunder's dirge to die:
And where the Minstrel-Harp is known,
Thee shall the muses make their own.
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