But, Virginians, don't do it! for I tell you that the flagon, Filled with blood of Old Brown's offspring, was first poured by Southern hands; And each drop from Old Brown's life-veins, like the red gore of the dragon, May spring up a vengeful Fury, hissing through your slave-worn lands! And Old Brown, Ossawattomie Brown, May trouble you more than ever, when you 've nailed his coffin down! Edmund Clarence Stedman. Hatteras, the Cape, N. C. HATTERAS. N fathoms five the anchor gone; IN While here we furl the sail, No longer vainly laboring on Against the western gale: While here thy bare and barren cliffs, O Hatteras, I survey, And shallow grounds and broken reefs, What shall console my stay! The dangerous shoal, that breaks the wave The tempests black, that hourly rave, Portend all danger nigh: Sad are my dreams on ocean's verge! Upon whose ancient angry surge The pilot comes! - from yonder sands Beneath this rude unsettled sky In depths of woods his hut he builds, And, blooming, in the barren wilds His little garden grows: His wedded nymph, of sallow hue, No mingled colors grace, For her he toils, to her is true, The captive of her face. Kind Nature here, to make him blest, No quiet harbor planned; And poverty-his constant guest Restrains the pirate band: His hopes are all in yonder flock, His Catharine then he quits with grief, She grieves, and fears to see no more From Hatteras' sands to banks of Core Such tedious journeys takes! Fond nymph! your sighs are heaved in vain; Can you, that should relieve his pain, Can absence thus beget regard, He comes to meet a wandering bard Though disappointed in his views, Nor shall the God of mirth refuse No niggard key shall lock up joy, Should eastern gales once more awake, No safety will be here: Alack! I see the billows break, Before the bellowing seas begin Their conflict with the land, Philip Freneau. CAPE HATTERAS. HE Wind King from the North came down, Nor stopped by river, mount, or town; He shook the lake and tore the wood, The white caps flash on Hatteras bar, He paused, then wreathed his horn of cloud, "Come up! come up, thou torrid god, "Come up! come up, thou torrid god, Thou lightning-eyed and thunder-shod, And wrestle here with me!" "T was heard and answered: "Lo! I come From azure Carribee, LIBRARY OF To drive thee cowering to thy home, From tide-built bars, where sea-birds dwell, And sprang to meet the white-plumed North. Can moral tongue in song convey How ships were splintered at a blow, L False Hatteras! when the cyclone came, An hundred hearts in death there stilled, Yon lipless skull shall speak for me, |