Hope, for a season, bade the world farewell, And Freedom shrieked—as Kosciusko fell! - Thomas Campbell

Shall victor exult, or in death be laid low,
With his back to the field and his feet to the foe,
And leaving in battle no blot on his name,
Look proudly to heaven from the death-bed of fame.

What millions died that Caesar might be great!

When peace and mercy, banish'd from the plain, Sprung on the viewless winds to Heav'n again; All, all forsook the friendless guilty mind, But Hope, the charmer, linger'd still behind.