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6 Thou grim king of terrors, thou life's gloomy foe, Go frighten the coward and slave, Go teach them to tremble, fell tyrant ! but know, No-terrors hast thou to the brave web!

In the field of proud honour, our swords in our hands, Our king and our country to save', While victory shines on life's last ebbing sand-, O, who would not die with the brave!

ALICE GRAY.

She's all my fancy painted her, her, She's lovely, she's divine; But her heart it is another's She never can be mine Yet loved, I as man never loved, A love without decay Oh! my heart, my heart is breaking, For the love of Alice Gray.

Her dark brown hair braided o'er, A Brow or spotless white; And her bright' to eve now languishes! Now flashes with delight. Her hair is brairded not for me, Her eye is turned away- O my heart, my heart is breaking For the love of Alice Gray.

I've sunk beneath the summers sun, I've trembled in the blast; But my pilgrimage is nearly done, My weary transports past.