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What cause to think him nothing more the pupil

Of Honor stern, than sweet Humanity.

Rememberest thou, when cover'd o'er with wounds

And left upon the field, I fell the prey

Of Britain? To a loathsome prison-ship

Confin'd, soon had I sunk, victim of death,

A death of aggravated miseries;

But, by benevolence urg'd, this best of men,

This gallant youth, then favor'd, high in power,

Sought out the pit obscene of foul disease,

Where I and many a suffering soldier lay,

And, like an angel, seeking good for man,

Restor'd us light and partial liberty.

Me he mark'd out his own. He nurst and cur'd,

He lov'd and made his friend. I liv'd by him,

And in my heart he liv'd, till, when exchang'd,

Duty and honor call'd me from my friend.

Judge how my heart is tortur'd.—Gracious Heaven,

Thus, thus to meet him on the brink of death—

A death so infamous. Heav'n grant my prayer.

That I may save him, O inspire my heart

With thoughts, my tongue with words that move to pity.

Quick, Melville, show me where my André lies.

. Good wishes go with you.

. I 'll save my friend.

. 'T is well. Each sentinel upon his post

Stands firm, and meets me at the bayonet's point;

While in his tent the weary soldier lies,

The sweet reward of wholesome toil enjoying;

Resting secure as erst within his cot

He careless slept, his rural labor o'er;

Ere Britons dar'd to violate those laws,

Those boasted laws by which themselves are govern'd.

And strove to make their fellow-subjects slaves.

. They know to whom they owe their present safety.

. I hope they know that to themselves they owe it;

To that good discipline which they observe,

The discipline of men to order train'd

Who know its value, and in whom 't is virtue;

To that prompt hardihood with which they meet

Or toil or danger, poverty or death.

Mankind who know not whence that spirit springs,

Which holds at bay all Britain's boasted power,

Gaze on their deeds astonish'd. See the youth

Start from his plough and straightway play the hero;

Unmurmuring bear such toils as veterans shun;

Rest all content upon the dampsome earth;

Follow undaunted to the deathful charge;

Or, when occasion asks, lead to the breach,

Fearless of all the unusual din of war,

His former peaceful mates. O patriotism!

Thou wondrous principle of godlike action.

Wherever liberty is found, there reigns

The love of country. Now the self-same spirit

Which fill'd the breast of great Leonidas

Swells in the hearts of thousands on these plains,

Thousands who never heard the hero's tale.

'T is this alone which saves thee, O my country!

And, till that spirit flies these western shores,

No power on earth shall crush thee.

. 'T is wondrous!

The men of other climes from this shall see

How easy 't is to shake oppression off;

How all-resistless is a union'd people;

And hence, from our success (which, by my soul,

I feel as much secur'd as though our foes