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Ah fatal Embassy '--thy hazard's dire
As fair Euryalus to meet his Fate,
'Tis thus AMERICA, thy Generals fly, And wave new banners in their native sky! Sick of the mischiefs artful Gallia pours, In friendly semblance on thy ravag'd shores Unnatural compact !-hall a Race of Slaves Sustain the ponderous standard Freedom waves ? No! while their feignd Protection spreads the toils, The Vultures hover o'er the destin'd spoils ! How fade. Provincial glories, while You run To court far deeper bondage than you
shuni Is this the generous active rising Flame, That boasted liberty's immortal name !
* Hidfon's tide. - Major Andre came up the Hudson River to meet. General Arnold. On return by Land he full into the hands of the Enemy.
Blaz'd for its rights infring'd, its trophies torn,
Long did my foul the wretched Atrife furvey, And wept
the horrors of the deathful day ; Thro' rolling Years saw undecisive War Drag bleeding. Wisdom at his irou Car; Exhaust my Country's treasure, pour
But when, repentant of her preuder a in, She gently waves the long disputed clain ; Extends the charter with your rights restor.de And hides in olive wreaths the blood-itain a fword. Then to reject her peaceful wreaths, and throw Your Country's freedom to our mutual Foe! Infatuate Land!-from that detelted day Distracted Councils, and the thirft of Sway, . Rapacious A varice, Superstition vile, And all the Frenchman dictates in his guile Disgrace your Congrefs !--Juftice drops her scale ! And radiant Liberty averts her fail ! They Ay indignant the polluted plain, There Truth is scorn’dand Mercy pleads in vain.
That he does-plead in vain, thy witness bear,Accursed Hour!-Oh! darkest of the Year! That with Misfortune's d'eadliest renom fraught, To Tappan's Wall the gallant Andre brought Snar'd in her fatal. Maze, and borne away Of fell Revenge, in all its guilt the Prey !
Oh Washington! I thought thee great and gou, Nor knew thy Nero-thirit of guiltlets blood! Severe to use the power that Fortune gave, Thou cool determin's Murderer of the Brave ! Lost to each fairer Virtue, that inspires The genuine fervor of the Patriot fires ! And You, the base Abettors of the doom, That funk his blooming honcurs in the tomb, Th'opprobrious tomb your harden'd hearts decreed, While all he ask'd was as the Brave to bleed ! Nor other boon the glorious Youth implor'd Save the cold Mercy of the Warrior-Sword ! O Jark, and pitilefs! your impious hate O'er-whelmid the Hero in the Ruffian's fate! Stopt with the * Felon-cord the rosy breath! And venom'd with disgrace the darts of Death!
Remorseless Washingtop ! the day shall come
itole ! And when thy Heart appalld and vanquilh d Pride Shall vainly ask the mercy they deny'l,
* Felon-cord.com As I suffer in the defence of my “ Country, I mutt consider this hour as the most gin" rious of
life. Remember that I die as becomes a British Officer, while the manner of my death mult or reflect disgrace on your
Commander,'' See Major Andre's lait words, inserted in the General Evening Post, for Tuesday November 14, 1780.
With horror shalt thou meet the fate they gave
Less croel far than thou, on Illion's plain
But no intreaty wakes the soft remorse
What tho' the Tyrants, with malignant pride, To thy pale corse each decent rite deny'd! Thy graceful limbs in no kind covert laid, Nor with the Christian-Requiem footh'd thy shade ! Yet on thv grass-green Bier soft April-Show'rs Shall earliest wake the sweet spontaneous Flow'rs ! Bid the blue Hare-bell, and the Snow-Drop there Hang their cold cup, and drop the pearly tear! And oft, at pensive Eve's ambiguous gloom, Inperial Honour, bending o'er thy tomb,
Tappan.--The place where Major Andre was executed.
With folemn strains shall lull thy deep repose,
Lamented Youth! while with inverted spear The British Legions pour th' indignant tear! Round the dropt arm the * funeral-scarf entwine, And in their hearts deep core thy worth enshrine ; While my weak Muse, in fond attempt and vain, But feebly pours a perishable strain, Oh! ye distinguish'd Few! whose glowing lays Bright Phoebus kindles with his purest rays, Snatch from its radiant source the living fire, And light with + Veftal flame your ANDRE'S
* Funeral-scarf.-Our whole Army in America went into mourning for Major Andre, a diftinguish'd tribute to his merit.
+ Veftal flame.-The Vestal fire was kept perpetually burning, and originally kindled from the rays of the Sun.