To the Memory of Major FLEMING, who fell at the battle of Princeton

Amidst the horrid din of cruel war, The trumpet's sound, the cannon's thund'ring roar, On Nassau's plains, the muses soft retreat, The school of freedom, learning's awful seat, Where WITHERSPOON with every virtue fraught, The generous youth his sacred precepts taught, The sage's wisdom, and the patriot's fire, A noble love of liberty inspire. "Here early try'd, and acting but too well, "The brave, lamented, much-lov'd FLEMING fell. With gayest hopes of happiness possest, With every smile of flattering fortune blest, "Just as the spring of life began to bloom, "And manly virtues sadder make the tomb, "In all that health and energy of youth, "Which promis'd honors of maturer growth, "When his full heart expanded to the goal, "And promis'd victory had flush'd his soul. —He fell—his country lost her earliest boast, "His lovely sisters, a fond brother lost. O ever honour'd, ever happy shade, How well hast thou thy debt to virtue paid. Go happy ghost to where the good and blest Enjoy eternal scenes of bliss and rest; While we below thy sudden farewell mourn, Collect thy virtues weeping o'er thy urn; Recall their scatter'd lustre as they past, And see them all united in the last.