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RNYG.781.041
28 Feb 1781:33 (461)
To the Printer, Sir, Mr. Bremner, of Philadelphia, was
known to many of your readers, by whom the following lines
will doubtless be received with pleasure, not only on
account of their poetical merit, but because the Author is
far from having over-rated the merit of his deceased Friend,
who will be long remembered with regret by the Lovers of
Harmony, and with affectionate esteem by all his
acquaintance.
IN MEMORY OF MR. JAMES BREMNER.
By F.H.
Sing to his shade a solemn strain,
Let Music's sweetest notes complain,
Let echo tell from shore to shore,
The swan of Schuylkill is no more.
From Scotia's Land he came,
And brought the pleasing art,
To raise the sacred flame,
And warm a feeling heart.
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