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William McCarty, comp.  The American National Song Book.  1842.
The Tomb of Burrows
I SAW the green turf resting cold
  On Burrows’ hallow’d grave,
No stone the inquiring patriot told
  Where slept the good and brave.
Heaven’s rain and dew conspired to blot        5
The traces of the holy spot.
No flowerets deck’d the little mound
  That moulder’d on his breast,
Nor rural maidens, gathering round,
  His tomb with garlands dress’d;        10
But sporting children thoughtless trod
On Valour’s consecrated sod.
I mourn’d, who for his country bleeds
  Should be forgot so soon,
That fairest fame and brightest deeds        15
  Should want a common boon.
But O! the rich have hearts of steel,
And what can Penury more than feel?
At length, “a passing stranger” 1 came
  Whose hand its bounties shed,        20
He bade the speaking marble claim
  A tribute for the dead:
And, sweetly blending, hence shall flow
The tears of gratitude and wo.
Note 1. Mr. Davis, of New York. [back]

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