512. The Garrison Of Cape Ann From the hills of home forth looking, far beneath the tent-like span
Of the sky, I see the white gleam of the headland of Cape Ann.Well I know its coves and beaches to the ebb-tide glimmering down,
513. Kinsman Where ceaseless Spring her garland twines,
As sweetly shall the loved one rest,As if beneath the whispering pines
514. A Letter 'TIS over, Moses! All is lost!
I hear the bells a-ringing;Of Pharaoh and his Red Sea host
515. The Friend—s Burial My thoughts are all in yonder town,
Where, wept by many tears,To-day my mother's friend lays down
As vanquish'd Erin wept beside
The Boyne's ill-fated river,
She saw where Discord, in the tide,
Had dropp'd his loaded quiver.
"Lie hid," she cried, "ye venom'd darts,
Where mortal eye may shun you;
Lie hid -- the stain of manly hearts,
That bled for me, is on you."
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