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Ode Written in the Beginning of the Year 1746

How sleep the brave, who sink to rest,
By all their country's wishes blest!
When Spring, with dewey fingers cold,
Returns to deck their hallow'd mold,
She there shall dress a sweeter sod,
Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.

By Fairy hands their knell is rung,
By forms unseen their dirge is sung;
There Honour comes, a pilgrim grey,
To bless the turf that wraps their clay,
And Freedom shall a-while repair,
To dwell a weeping hermit there!

This work was published before January 1, 1924, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.