“ The Soldier's Threnody.
Ye scourges of mankind, diffusers of sorrow,
Behold these sad ends of the victims of War:—
Ah! think, ere the loud roaring cannons do rattle,
Before hostile armies in close combat meet. ”

“ Whose dear bosom friend's have been rank'd 'mongst the slain:
But happy secure, while thy son's are repelling
The foe from afar off thy much-esteem'd dwelling;
To thee, war is just like the storm's distant yelling
Far from the Island that sits in the sea.
FINIS,
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”

“ Ah! cease cruel Mem'ry, my heart rends with sighing.
Sad was the day of departure to me!
Lives my poor parents in peace at their home now,
Children and wife with all dear bosom friends,
Health and content can they call it their own now,
Perhaps heavy trials still on them portends:
Yet, even now, lone ideas suppressing,
Which ever rife my poor bosom distressing;
Now, I'll suppose Fortune's favours carressing
Them, far in the Island that sits in the sea.
"No more, shall I climb, o'er the wind-beaten mountain,
Where mem'ry the track of my home still can trace ”