Companion of my youthful sports,|
From love and friendship torn,
A victim to the pride of courts,
Thy early death I mourn.
Unshrouded on a foreign shore,
Thou'rt mounld'ring in the clay,
While here tiny weeping friends deplore
Corunna's fatal day.
2. How glows the youthful warrior's mind|
With thoughts of laurels won,
But ruthless Ruin lurks behind,
And marks him for her own.
How soon the meteor ray is shed,--
That lures him to his doom,
And dark Oblivion veils his head
In everlasting gloom.
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