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Elegy on the Death of William Payne Stewart
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Posted under Op-Ed by Bruce Alexander (c366822-a.htfdc1.ct.home.com) on Saturday November 18 2000 @ 08:54PM CET
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[William Payne Stewart and Bruce
Alexander]
(from Robert Burns
"Poems and
Songs")
"My patriot son fills an
untimely grave!"
With accents wild and lifted arms she
cried;
"Low lies the hand that oft was stretch'd
to save,
Low lies the heart that swell'd with honest
pride."
A weeping country joins a
widow's tear;
But ah! How hope is born but to expire!
Relentless fate has laid their guardian
low.
My patriot falls, but shall he lie
unsung,
while empty greatness saves a worthless
name?
No; every muse shall join her tuneful
tongue,
and future ages hear his growing fame.
"And I will join a mother's
tender cares,
Through future times to make his virtues
last;
That distant years may boast of other
Stewarts!"
She said, and vanished with the sweeping
blast.
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