Like Scipio, buried by the upbraiding shore."
But we can have no such regret for our lost comrades, buried not upon a foreign, nor upon an unfriendly shore, but in the bosom of the soil which their blood redeemed. Sacred is the tear that is shed for the unreturning brave.
"'T is the tear through many a long day wept,
'T is life's whole path o'ershaded;
'T is the one remembrance, fondly kept,
When all lighter griefs have faded."
notes
1
This name apparently inserted after the original draft was made.
2
History of Worcester County. Worcester: 1793.