JOSEPH WARREN, M. D.

TRAINED in the holy art whose lifted shield

Wards off the darts a never-slumbering foe,

By hearth and wayside lurking, waits to throw,

Oppression taught his helpful arm to wield

The slayer's weapon: on the murderous field

The fiery bolt he challenged laid him low,

Seeking its noblest victim. Even so

The charter of a nation must be sealed!

The healer's brow the hero's honors crowned,

From lowliest duty called to loftiest deed.

Living, the oak-leaf wreath his temples bound;

Dying, the conqueror's laurel was his meed,

Last on the broken ramparts’ turf to bleed

Where Freedom's victory in defeat was found.