Poems . mn lament For a warriors ! a hero s no more ; But we trust -it will proveHe was only advanced To the armies above. * He was killed by a fall from the top of Chester castle, and wasa young man of great promise, having distinguished himself in sev-eral engagements, during the Burmese war, in the East Indies. ON THE DEATH OF LIEUTENANT HALSTED. 55 How fell he ? In battle, While death raged around ?Did he sink at the moment With victory crowned ?No ! a conqueror in war, He in peace met his doom,Which so suddenly hurried him Into the tomb. In martial procession They follow the bier
Poems . mn lament For a warriors ! a hero s no more ; But we trust -it will proveHe was only advanced To the armies above. * He was killed by a fall from the top of Chester castle, and wasa young man of great promise, having distinguished himself in sev-eral engagements, during the Burmese war, in the East Indies. ON THE DEATH OF LIEUTENANT HALSTED. 55 How fell he ? In battle, While death raged around ?Did he sink at the moment With victory crowned ?No ! a conqueror in war, He in peace met his doom,Which so suddenly hurried him Into the tomb. In martial procession They follow the bier,While the dirge for the dead Slowly strikes on the ear;And the arms which in life He had never death, with deep grief. On his coffin are placed. And now, as the corse Is inclosed in the vaulted roof echoes The awful death-sound. 56 ON THE DEATH OF LIEUTENANT HALSTED. Hark ! a third time they fire ! —T is the soldiers last knell, And his comrades now bid himA sorrowing 57 PAIN AND PLEASURE. How vain to look for happiness on earth !Friends drop around us, even from our birth,And could we be ourselves exempt from woe,Ah ! still the tear of sympathy must flow. Yet, 0, the tear of sympathy is sweet!The painful heart-throb is with balm replete ;Pleasure and pain here ever are combined,And tears give pleasure to a feeling mind. Here, too, we cannot taste without alloyIntense sensations of delight and joy ;Angels alone the heights of rapture fallen angels feel the depths of woe ! 58 PAIN AND PLEASURE. Placed in a medium state, let us beware ;Heaven be our hope, and virtue be our care,Pleasure encourage us our course to steer,And pain still warn us what we have to fear.
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