Edinburgh
,
November
24.
1780.
On
the
Death
of
André
.
Nature
shrinks
back
,
in
agony
of
grief
Deep
felt
.
Washington
,
that
deed
of
thine
,
I
write
it
desperate
.
Unpassioned
souls
,
in
ages
yet
unborn
,
Will
read
it
different
Yes
!
while
the
Western
Hemisphere
forms
part
of
this
globe
,
or
an
American
breaths
the
air
of
freedom
.
.
Cruel
,
Unnatural
war
,
by
Heaven
sent
,
To
rouse
the
nobler
powers
,
Absorb'd
in
luxury
,
Or
vice
Licentious
.
Proud
nations
.
Love
of
liberty
carried
too
far
.
One
of
your
noblest
—
bravest
—
dearest
sons
Dies
!
To
reunite
you
.
Relent
.
Oh
my
heart
bleeds
—
bursts
with
grief
.
Regret
.
Calm
to
the
last
—
what
energy
Of
worth
!
Thousands
are
animate
Beheld
thy
glorious
death
Silent
!
Or
with
averted
eye
—
scarce
look
On
—
Washington
.
Death
,
'Tis
immortality
This
Epitaph
was
sent
to
M
—
D.
under
a
feigned
correspondence
.
.