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(7) For a bandage ſhe'd tore, which her boſom had bound, That ſcarce ſtem'd the flow of a large gaſhing wound; The laſt feeble accent her pale lips did ſound, Was "Oh! my dear mother, I come unto thee."

"Ah! ſad was thy fate," ſaid the ſoldier, "poor woman, The ſight of thy woes has made mine leſs appear; I bluſh at myſelf now, 'twas ſo unbecoming To droop with deſpair when Hope offer'd to chear. Afreſh ſtream my tears! theſe ſad ſcenes deploring, Tho' diſtant the fire-balls of battle were roaring. Yet the widows will ſuffer, the fatherleſs mourn, Afar in the Iſland that ſits in the ſea.