VII.
Long, long had it been since the patriot there had been borne,
Long years since he fought for his king, for his country he bled;
But lament yet thy loss, O my country! thy loss deeply mourn,
’Tis meet thou should’st mourn, ever mourn for a patriot dead.
VIII.
He fought for his country and king, and naught could he claim,
But a loyalist patriot’s grave—yet oh, better by far
Than an empty bauble ever vaunting in Liberty’s name,
And a rebel grave upheaved beneath Victory’s star.
IX.
Oh, mourn thou my country, ’tis well thus a vigil to keep,
And a tribute be paid to one who so loved you and blent
His being with thine; let him sleep, it is well, let him sleep—
A hill-top his grave, a country his monument.
X.
Yet not here alone, but in many a spot may be found,
Neglected and lone, though still cherished, our Loyalists’ graves;
And no footfall of rebel or foeman shall ever resound,
While the flag of their faith and their freedom above them still waves.