Quotes from Philip Freneau

But fame is theirs - and future days On pillar'd brass shall tell their praise; Shall tell - when cold neglect is dead - "These for their country fought and bled."

Then rushed to meet the insulting foe;They took the spear—but left the shield.

They saw their injured country's woe; The flaming town, the wasted field; Then rushed to meet the insulting foe; They took the spear, - but left the shield.

O come the time, and haste the day,When man shall man no longer crush,When Reason shall enforce her sway,Nor these fair regions raise our blush,Where still the African complains,And mourns his yet unbroken chains.

If nothing once, you nothing lose, For when you die you are the same; The space between is but an hour, The frail duration of a flower.