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COLLINET AND THERE. |
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While all around, we hear no sound.
But war's terrific strains ! The drum commands our arming bands,
And chides each tardy swain.
Our country's call, arouses all,
Who dare be brave and free! My love shall crown the youth alone,
Who saves himself and me.
'Tis done! he cried, from thy dear side,
Now quickly I'll be gone; From love will I, to freedom fly,
A slave to thee alone.
And when I come with laurels home,
And all that freemen crave, To crown my love, your smiles shall prove,
The fair reward the brave.
1 The fair reward the brave. On the departure of the ahle-hodied men " in the service of their country, the patriotic young women, to prevent the evil that would follow the neglect of putting in the crop, joined the ploughs and prepared the fallows for the seed; and now, their fathers, "brothers, and lovers, being .detained, in the support of the liberties of these States, have determined to plant the seed themÂselves."—Freeman's Journ tl, 177fi. |
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