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IN MEMORIA
HERBERT WARREN
0 ! never has a nobler boy
For his fair country bled,
Than Herbert Warren, proud and brave
Who sleeps among the dead.
On Freedom's altar lying,
A martyr nobly dying—
Exulting, bright and flying,
So his bold spirit sped !
II.
1 have seen him stand undaunted,
When dangers gather'd most—
W atch'd him multiply his courage,
To watch the myriad host;
And 'though the leaping thunder,
Above, around and under,
Tore life and limb asunder—
Still stood he to his post!
III.
Weep ! Yes, weep, ye patriot men
Who love the gallant brave !
A noble arm is crush'd that struck
Your native land to save ;
Come ! then gather 'round his bier,
And as ye go wipe away the tear,
Swear, to emulate him here,
And never die a slave.
XV.
Herbert is no more—yes, Herbert
So daring, yet so mild !
To other times he left his name
And lofty life, so wild ;
Calm and quiet he is sleeping,
While Freedom, sadly weeping
Bedews the mosses creeping
O'er the bosom of her child.
Montgomery, Ala.
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