. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . Oer his watch-fires fading embers jlNow the foeruans cheek turns white, When his heart that field remembers,Where we tamed his tyrant might. Never let him bind again o A chain, like that we broke from then. Hark! the horn of combat calls— Ere the golden evening falls,May we pledge that horn in triumph round! Many a heart that now beats highIn slumber cold at night shall lie,Nor waken even at victorys sound:—But oh, how blest that heros whom a wondring world shall weep.

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