And all the rocky caverns round With fullen groans of Death refound ! But valor fwell'din FLEURY'sbreaft; He figh'cl to give his vet'rans reft ; And liftlefs of the deadly aim With which Britannia's volleys came, He rufh'd among the awe-ftruck croud, And bore away their banner proud.* For this brave deed, hath raptur'd Fame Twin'd many a chaplet round his brow ; And long as lafts COLUMBIA'S name The fragrant bloflbms fair mall blow ; And when the hand of Death, fo cold, Shall wrap him in the valley's mold, A modeft ftone fhall mark the place ; And there Affection's hand mail 'grave, " Here FLEURY lies, the warrior brave 1" And all the fimple line who trace, Shall heave a figh or drop a tear, And blefs the foldier mouldering there ! Soon as the ridgy mountains leave the eye, Tall mural rocksf (hoot proud into the air; In fhapes fantaltic lift their turrets high, Fit for htjkadowffarms who revel there : The
- At the ftorming of Stony-Point Lieutenant Fleury ftruck
the Britifh itandard with his own hand.
"Thefe rocks rife for many miles nearly perpendicular, fome of them 600 feet.
