IN MEMORY OF JAMES LAWRENCE, ESQUIRE,

To lift his name to high renown

His native merits led the way;

His morning sun resplendent shone

Till clouds obscured the fading ray:

His country's voice his worth confess'd,

His country's tears disclose the rest,

In battle brave, his lofty mind

Aspired to all that fame relates

Of those, who on her page we find

Defenders of insulted states:

Of all who fought, or all who fell,

The noblest part he copied well.

For Lawrence dead, his Jersey mourns,

With tearful eye laments the day

When all the worth that men adorns

One fatal moment snatch'd away!

On honor's bed his doom he found,

In honor's cause, the deadly wound.

To what vast heights his mind aspired,

Who knew him best can best relate:—

A longer term the cause required

That urged him to an early fate:

But He, whose fires illumed his breast,

Knew what was right and what was best.

His country to her breast receives

His mangled form, and holds it dear;

She plants her marble, while she grieves,

Where all, who read, might drop a tear,

And say, while memory calls to mind

The chief, who with our worthies shined,

Here Lawrence rests, his country's pride,

On valor's decks who fought and died!