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348 THE SOLDIER AT HOME.
Oh haste, ye generous few I love,
Again in social converse join; With me the sweets of friendship prove,
And to the winds your cares resign.
But oh ! to recollect how soon
The period comes that bids me hence;
A sadd'ning momentary gloom
Steals half my joys, and clouds my sense.
But why indulge that care-mix'd thought ?
The happy day may yet arrive, When tyranny shall fall to nought,
And liberty alone survive.
Then with my friends in jocund mood, I'll tell what dangers have been mine;
And how Americans have stood At Germantown and Brandywine.
Here we'll remember martial Gates,
He taught the proud Burgoyne to yield;
Who frowning at his adverse fates, Surrender'd on the well fought field.