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PRESIDENT TAYLOR.
‘I am prepared to die; for I have triedTo do my Duty!’—Was it Nelson's twin
Who spake so like an hero when he died,
A Christian hero, with forgiven sin?
Yes!—it is one, Columbia's honest pride
(And mother England's joy,—we claim him too,)
Who now is gone far other spoils to win
Than late of Palo-Alto,—higher meed,
Trophies of nobler fame, and praise more true
Than those a grateful country well decreed
To her Best Son; her best and bravest son,
Rough for the fight, but Ready heart and hand
To make it up again with victory won,
In war—and peace—the Glory of his Land!
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