I think that as life iz action & passion. It iz required of a man that he should share the passion & action of his time at peril of being judged not 2 have lived.
R they dead that yet speak louder than we can speak & a more universal language? R they dead that yet act? R they dead that yet move upon society & inspire the people with noble motives & more heroic patriotism?
How sleep the brave, who sink 2 rest
By all their countrys wishes blest
Wen Spring with dewy fingers cold
Returns 2 deck their hallowd mould
She there shall dress a sweeter sod
Than Fancys feet have ever trod
By fairy hands their knell iz rung
There Honour comez a pilgrim gray
To bless the turf that wraps their clay
And Freedom shall awhile repair
To dwell a weeping hermit there
Spirit that made those heroes dare
To die & leave their children free,
Bid Time & Nature gently spare
The shaft we raise 2 them & thee