TO A FRIEND.
Go, with a manly heart,Where courage leads the brave,—
High thoughts, not years, have stamped their part,Who shunned the coward's grave.
Clear, to the eye of youth,Their record stands enrolled,
Who held aloft the flag of Truth,Nor slept beneath its fold.
They heard the trumpet soundWhere hosts to battle trod,
And marched along that burning ground;Fear not! they rest with God.