On Hearing that General Warren Was Killed on Bunker-Hill, on the 17th of June 1775

Ill-fated hand that sent the cruel dart,
Which pierc'd brave Warren's gen'rous, humane heart! —
That heart, which, studious of his countries good
Held up her rights and seal'd them with his blood! —
Witness those fam'd resolves at Suffolk made,
Drawn by his pen, and by his counsels led. —
But boast not Gage , tho' he unburied lies,
Thousands of heroes from his dust shall rise;
Who still shall freedom's injur'd cause maintain,
And shew to lawless kings the rights of men. —
— For thee , blest shade, who offer'd up thy life
A willing victim in the glorious strife,
Thy country's tears shed o'er thy sacred urn,
Sweeter than dew-drops in a vernal morn,
In rich libations to thy mem'ry pour,
And waft their odours to the heav'nly shore:
Nature herself, fresh flowret wreaths shall weave,
To scatter daily on thy honor'd grave;
While all the brave and all the good shall come,
To heap unfading laurels on thy tomb.
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