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William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.

Stanzas Written at Fort Erie

ON Erie’s dark bosom the sun

Serenely was sinking to rest;

I thought not of fields to be won,

For peaceful and still was my breast.

I thought of the friends of my youth,

And the days of my early delight;

Sweet hours of friendship and truth,

How soon were ye buried in night!

“Ah! blest,” I exclaim’d, “be this hour,

To soft contemplation so dear;

When fancy, exerting her power,

Can call or can banish a tear!”—

But short was the dream of my bliss,

The alarm-drum invades the still night,

And the tender emotions of peace

Are drown’d in the uproar of fight!