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LINES ADDRESSED TO COLONEL H,

envies not the glory of the brave! The sunshine of their fame—their laurell'd grave! Theirs is the memory of afterlight; Theirs is a brightness 'mid oblivion's night: Time whelms the many with eternal gloom, But sheds fresh honours on the heros' tomb. In life, they move not with the common throng,