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William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.

To the Memory of William Lowe

Late a member of Capt. Snowdon’s Company of Artillery—1795

By a Brother Soldier

SAY, pensive muse, where shall I find relief

From heartfelt sorrow, and a load of grief?

How shall I ease my bosom, big with woe,

Which heaves in sorrow for the worthy Lowe?

Scarce had he reach’d to five-and-twenty years,

His parents’ joy, the darling of their cares,

In virtue rear’d, from vice and folly free,

Columbia’s friend, the friend of Liberty.

Alas! he’s gone, and shall return no more,

To taste fair Freedom on his native shore!

He’s lately listed in the corps above,

To aid the cause of great and mighty Jove;

No more his voice shall charm the festive board,

Where Mars e’er thunder’d, or old Bacchus roar’d,

For thee a band of brothers drop a tear,

While on each arm the sable badge we wear;

Death beats the roll, and to his post he flies,

Answers the call, and wings the lofty skies:

Thus fell a youth, revered by all he knew,

A man, a soldier, and a patriot too.