ORIGINAL VERSES.

Taranaki Herald, Volume IX, Issue 422, 1 September 1860, Page 3

ORIGINAL VERSES.

ON THE DEATH OF THE LATE OAFT. BROWN, T.M. We need no badge of mourning to mark out deepfelt grief, In yielding back to Earth, our old, our well-tried chief; For Freedom sheds a tear, to the hero that defended Her sacred laws and rights, and in her struggles ended ! The tomb is o'er him closed, but the grave can never hide A patriot's well-won fame, — a Briton's noblest pride. When British laws were slighted, his ready sword he drew. To assert Britannia's rights, and God's, and Free. dom's too ! Though his hair was gray with years, he played a soldier's part, For 'neath his manly breast, there throb'd a Briton'i heart ; His hand was eveiy foremost, where danger seemed most near, And oft' Ins daring spirit, fill'd the rebel's heart with fear 1 No selfish thought e'er nestled within his gen'roui breast, ■Twas when he toiled for others he felt himself most blest ! To our province he was ever a t»ue devoted friend— His purse was to advance it, — his arm, to defend ! Thou brave, thou noble soul, receive our last adieu— Our hearts are living urns for patriot sires like you, You've won immortal fame, and we hope (what is more dear) — A crown of bliss divine, in God't own heavenly sphert I Mathew Fitzpatmck, Privite, 66th Regimtnt. Taranaki, 27th August, 1860.