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                          (  2  ) Who, as he met his country's foes. Within the field of fame. Above his rank obscure arose, And grac’d his humble name.

Yet not the early wreath of fame With haughtiness was twin’d : Nor pride nor fickleness could claim The empire of his mind.

The lowly hut, beneath whose roof He sigh’d a sad adieu. Receiv'd him (time and distance-proof) To love and Mary true.

This hamlet fair, by fortune scorn’d. Seem’d nature’s fav’rite child. With hand profuse by her adorn’d —The flow’ret of the wild !

Her neat but homely garment press’d The pure, the feeling heart, Oft sought in vain behind the vest Of decorated art.

"If sharing all thy cares, (she faid) “ Has pal'd my beauty’s rose, "Ah know! for thee the heart that bled, “ With all its passion glows.

"Blest moments to my wish that gives “The long, long absent youth ! "He lives—th’ endear’d Cabeysa lives, "And love confirms tire truth.