Their arms glitter’d bright, as the Sun slowly rose;
He heard them their purposes, far distant, humming,
And welcom’d the moment, that ended his woes!—
And now the fierce Comrade, unfeeling, espies him,
He darts thro’ the thicket, in hopes to surprize him;
But Edmund, of Valour the dauntless defender,
Now smiles, while his Corporal bids him—“Surrender!”
Soon, prov’d a Deserter, Stern Justice prevailing,
He Died! and his Spirit to Agnes is fled:—
The breeze, on the mountain’s tall summit now sailing