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And plung'd promiscuous with no winding shroud,
For see, proud faction waves her flaming brand, , And discord riots o'er the ungrateful land;
Lo, to the north a wild adventurous crew
Stand forth, ye traitors, at your country's bar,
Yes there are men, who, touch'd with heavenly fire, Beyond the confines of these climes aspire, Beyond the praises of a tyrant age, To live immortal in the patriot page; Who greatly dare, though warning worlds oppose, To pour just vengeance on their country's foes.
And lo! the etherial worlds assert your cause, Celestial aid the voice of virtue draws; The curtains blue of yon expansion rend : From opening skies heroic shades descend. See, robed in light, the forms of heaven appear, The warrior spirits of your friends are near; Each on his steed of fire (his quiver stored With shafts of vengeance) grasps his fiaming sword:
The burning blade waves high, and, dipp'd in blood, Hurls plagues and death on discord's faithless brood.
Yet what the hope ? the dreams of congress fade, The federal union sinks in endless shade, Each feeble call, that warns the realms around, Seems the faint echo of a dying sound, Each requisition wafts in fleeting air, And not one state regards the powerless prayer.
Ye wanton states, by heaven's best blessings cursed, Long on the lap of fostering luxury nursed, What fickle frenzy raves, what visions strange, Inspire your bosoms with the lust of change? And frames the wish to fly from fancied ill, And yield your freedom to a monarch's will ?
Go view the lands to lawless power a prey, Where tyrants govern with unbounded sway; See the long pomp in gorgeous state display'd, The tinseld guards, the squadron'd horse parade; See heralds gay with emblems on their vest, In tissued robes tall beauteous pages drest; Where moves the pageant, throng unnumber'd slaves, Lords, dukes, and princes, titulary knaves Confusedly shine, the purple gemm’d with stars, Sceptres, and globes, and crowns, and rubied cars, On gilded orbs the thun:lering chariots roll’d, Steeds snorting fire, and champing bitts of gold, Prance to the trumpet's voice-while each assumes A loftier gait, and lifts his neck of plumes. High on the moving throne, and near the van, The tyrant rides, the chosen scourge of man; Clarions, and flutes, and drums his way prepare, And shouting millions rend the conscious air ;
Millions, whose ceaseless toils the pomp sustain,
From years of darkness springs the regal line,
Behold, where Venice rears her sea-girt towers, O'er the vile crowd proud oligarchy lowers ; While each Aristocrat affects a throne, Beneath a thousand kings the poor plebeians groan.
Nor less abhorr'd the certain woe that waits The giddy rage of democratic states; Whose popular breath, high blown in restless tide, No laws can temper, and no reason guide; An equal sway their mind indignant spurns, To wanton change the bliss of freedom turns, Led by wild demagogues the factious crowd, Mean; fierce, imperious, insolent and loud, Nor fame nor wealth nor power nor system draws, They see no object and perceive no cause, But feel by turns, in one disastrous hour, Th’extremes of license and th' extremes of power.
What madness prompts, or what ill-omen’d fates, Your realm to parcel into petty states ? Shall lordly Hudson part contending powers ? And broad Potomac lave two hostile shores? Alust Allegany's sacred summits bear The impious bulwarks of perpetual war? His hundred streams receive your heroes slain? And bear your sons inglorious to the main ? Will states cement by feebler bonds allied? Or join more closely as they more divide ?
Will this vain scheme bid restless factions cease?
What then remains ? must pilgrim freedom fly
Ere death inyades, and night's deep curtain falls, Through ruin'd realms the voice of Union calls; Loud as the trump of heaven through darkness roars, When gyral gusts entomb Caribbean towers, When nature treinbles through the deeps convulsed, And ocean foams from craggy cliffs repulsed, On you she calls! attend the warning cry, 56 Ye live united, or divided die,”
ON A PATIENT KILLED BY A CANCER QUACK.
HERE lies a fool flat on his back,
The case was this—a pimple rose, South-east a little of his nose; Which daily redden'd and grew bigger, As too much drinking gave it vigor; A score of gossips soon ensure Full threescore different modes of cure ; But yet the full-fed pimple still Defied all peticoated skill; When fortune led him to peruse A hand-bill in the weekly news; Sign'd by six fools of different sorts, All cured of cancers made of warts; Who recommend, with due submission, This cancer-monger as magician; Fear wing'd his flight to find the quack, And prove his cancer-curing knack; But on his way he found another,A second advertising brother: But as much like him as an owl Is unlike every handsome fowl ; Whose fame had raised as broad a fog, And of the two the greater hog : Who used a still more magic plaister, That sweat forsooth, and cured the faster. This doctor view'd, with moony eyes And scowl'd-up face, the pimple’s size ; Then christen’d it in solemn answer, And cried, “this pimple 's name is cancer But courage, friend, I see your ’re pale, My sweating plaisters never fail ; I've sweated hundreds out with ease, With roots as long as maple trees; And never fail'd in all my trialsBehold these samples here in vials! Preserved to show my wondrous merits, Just as my liver is—in spirits. For twenty joes the cure is done" The bargain struck, the plaister on, Which gnaw'd the cancer at its leisure, And pain'd his face above all measure. But still the pimple spread the faster, And swellid, like toad that meets disaster. Thus foil'd, the doctor gravely swore, It was a right-rose cancer sore; Then stuck his probe beneath the beard, And show'd him where the leaves appearid; And raised the patient's drooping spirits,