Worcester Daily Spy

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Sacred to the Memory of Joseph Warren, who
fell in the Battle at Charlestown, fighting gallantly
for his Country.
Such their Care for all the Great,
Whensoe'er they meet their fate;
Shades heroic throng around,
Pleas'd to tend th' expiring Ground;
Pleas'd to mark the favour'd Place
Where they end their glorious Race,
Round the Turf, or grassy Sod,
Palms with Yews they learn to nod
There, by silent Luna's Rays,
Oft a tun'ral dirge they raise.
So, on some appointed Hill,
Heav'ns last Mandate to fulfill,
When with Blood they seal their Cause,
Die to save their Country's Laws,
Joy'd at such a nameless Sight.
Countless Worthies quick alight;
Rapt in soft, celestial Flames,
Stepping to sublimest strains,
Thus in silent Pomp they rove,
There admire a Brother's Love:
As the mystic March goes round,
All the neighb'ring Vales resound
Thus. when Warren late was slain,
Passing Mourners heard them plain.
"Catos, Hampdens, Sydneys, come
Ye Of Britain, Greece, or Rome,
Ye for Justice who did plead,
Ye for Freedom who did bleed
Quit a While th' elysian Land,
Join in one harmonic Band,
Come, instal a Hero New,
Who deserves to rank with you;
Bring
the
laurel
leas
along
Swell the chorus with Conq'ror's Song,
Fix upon his Head the Crown,
For he's worthy of Renown.
He for Justice boldly plead,
He for Freedom nobly bled.
"Take him to our seats above.
There proclaim his gen'rous Love;
Tell how oft Earth's Senates rung,
Charmed by his mellifluous Tongue;
Tell how oft his patriot zeal
Strove to save the British Weal
Midnight Vigils how he kept,
All his Ease and Int'rest left,
Greatly firm in Virtue's cause.
Sworn t' oppose tyrannic Laws.
Tho' most graceful ev'ry Air,
Tho' in Healing grace his Skill,
Tho' most kind his constant Will
Tho' his social virtues great,
Tho' they shone from early Date,
Not with these the patriot Flame,
Must we now pretend to name;
These are all beneath the Strains
Due to Heroes' spouting veins.
"Northern Blasts he never fear'd.
Nor e'en princely Guilt rever'd;
Prostituted Force he scorn'd
Slav'ry's Myrmidons he spurn'd;
Bravely bent to meet the Foe,
Dealing Death in every Blow,
Great in Pain when he fell,
Proud to die, he cry'd 'tis well.
Dying Patriots now we sing
Jointly touch the highest String;
Jointly all your pow'rs devote,
Blow for them the highest Note.
Earth can nothing greater boast,
Dying Patriot is her most;
Heav'n can nothing greater know,
E'en where Fires seraphic glow,
Worthy such of Angel's Praise
Such should have divinest Lays.
"Fair America is blest,
Hence arose our welcome Guest;
She such sons shall never want,
Nor shall Tyrants such e'er daunt.
Scorching Flames and Fields of Blood
All shall work the greatest Good.
Slav'ry clanks her Chains in vain,
Despots there shall never reign;
Yet fair Liberty shall stand
Yet shall sway that happy Land;
Yet her godlike sons shall rest,
Of their Birthrights still possest.
They the World throughout shall save,
They shall make the Timid brave.
Tho' their present peace is marr'd
Tho' their future Struggle hard
Britain's Sons, degen'rate grown,
For their Folly yet shall mourn.
Griev'd their ancient Sires look down,
Curse their Measures, give a Frown,
Swear the Glory is transferr'd,
Young America is preferred:
Heav'n is fixt her ardent Friend,
She shall see a glorious End;
Long in Bliss her Sons shall reign.
Till their native Skies they gain;
Join Orchestras, chant AMEN!"
Quite o'erwhelm'd with swooning Joy.
(So extatic such Employ)
Passing Mourners, waking found
Neither Shade nor faintest Sound.
Hear. ye Sons of Freedom, hear,
Banish hence your ev'ry Fear;
Trust, for once, a Prophecy,
Know, the Period draweth nigh
Providence, July 27, 1775.
B.B.