On those who fell in the war of 1812

On Niagara’s banks they sleep,
And in Erie’s stormy deep,
Where the rapid Wabash glides,
On Ontario’s warlike sides;
By the deep, where Lawrence fell,
Or in lone Moravian dell,
On the field where Pike was slain,
At Sandusky—at Champlain.
There the bones of heroes rest;
Honor’d, loved, lamented, blest.