And shouted but once more aloud,
"My father I must I stay?"
While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud,
The wreathing fires made way. — Mrs. Hemans.
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This piece was spoken by several patriotic youths at various times.
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WARREN'S ADDRESS AT BUNKER HILL.
Stand! the ground's your own, my braves!
Will ye give it up to slaves?
Will ye look for greener graves?
Hope ye mercy still?
What's the mercy despots feel?
Hear it in that battle peal!
Read it on yon bristling steel!
Ask it — ye who will.
Fear ye foes who kill for hire?
Will ye to your homes retire?
Look behind you! they're afire!
And, before you, see
Who have done it! — From the vale
On they come! — and will ye quail?
Leaden rain and iron hail
Let their welcome be!
In the God of battles trust!
Die we may, — and die we must;—
But, O! where can dust to dust
Be consigned so well
As where Heaven its dews shall shed
On the martyred patriot's bed,
And the rocks shall raise their head,
Of his deeds to tell! — J. Pier
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This was spoken by a boy of modest mien and bearing.
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SEVEN AGES; OR THE PROGRESS OF HUMAN LIFE.
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They, have their exits, and their entrances
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages! at first, the infant,
Miewling and puking in the nurse's arms;
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school, And then the lover,
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