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And all their country glowing at their heart,
And prodigal of blood, when she required,
Though destitute of war's essential aids,
(The well-stored armoury, the nitrous grain,
The roaring cannon, and death-bearing ball,)
Thou madest the solemn, dread appeal to Heaven-
The solemn, dread appeal the Almighty heard,
And smiled success. Unfabled Astrea weigh'd
Our cause in her eternal scales, and found
It just : while all-directing Providence,
Invisible, yet seen, mysterious, crown'd,
And more than crown'd our hopes; and, strange to tell!
Made British infidels, like Lucifer,
Believe and tremble. Thou, with troops new raised,
Undisciplined-nor to the tented field
Inured, hast kept the hostile host aloof,
And oft discomfited: while Victory
The laurel wreath around thy temples twined :
And Trenton, Princeton, prove thy bold emprize;
Names then unknown to song, illustrious now,
Deriving immortality from thee.
Proceed, heaven-guided chief, nor be dismay'd
At foreign myriads, or domestic foes;
(The best have foes, and foes evince their worth ;)
Soon, by one danger roused, one soul inspired,
One cause defending, on one goal intent,
From every quarter whence the winds can blow,
Assembled hosts their hero shall attend,
Determin'd to be free. Them shalt thou lead-
To conquest lead, and make the tyrant rue
His execrable purpose to enslave,
And teach e'en British folly to be wise.
Far as the encircling sun his chariot drives,
Thy fame shall spread: thy grateful country own
Her millions, saved by thy victorious arm,
And rear eternal monuments of praise.
The arduous task absolved--the truncheon broke
Of future glory, liberty, and peace,
The strong foundations laid, methinks I see
'The godlike hero gracefully retire,
And (blood-stained Mars for fair Pomona changed)
His rural seat regain. His rural seat,
At his long-wish'd return, fresh-blooming smiles,
And, in expressive silence, speaks her joy.
There, recollecting oft thy past exploits,
(Feast of the soul, ne'er cloying appetite,)
And, still assiduous for the public weal,
Incumbent duty ne'er effaced-amidst
Sequester'd haunts; and, in the calm of life
Methinks I see thee, Solon-like, design
The future grandeur of confederate states
High-towering; or, for legislation met,
Adjust in senate what thou savedst in war.
And when, by thousands wept, thou shalt resign
Thy sky-infused, and sky-returning spark,
May light supernal gild the mortal hour,
But mortal to translate thee into life
That knows not death. Then heaven's all-ruling Sire
Shall introduce thee to thy glad compeers,
The Hampdens, Sidneys, Freedom's genuine sons !
And Brutus' venerable shade, high raised
On thrones erected in the taste of Heaven,
Distinguish'd thrones for patriot demigods,
(Who, for their country's weal, or toild or bled,)
And one reserved for thee: there envy's shafts
Nor tyrants e'er intrude—nor slavery clanks
Her galling chain; but star-crowned Liberty,–
Resplendent goddess !-everlasting reigns.
ODE On the establishment of the Constitution, and the election
of Washington as President.
God of our fathers ! need we trace
The miseries of a former race,
To learn true conduct from recorded woes?
But now, our errors and our crimes
Drew down thy judgments on the timesBlack, o'er our heads, a tempest rose:
Soon all the heavens were in a flame,
Pointing to blast our peace and fame. But, 0! thy mercy turn'd the storm aside,
Deign’d to becalm the raging seas,
Deign’d to diffuse the swelling breeze, And to the port of peace our vessel guide. Our “pilot,” saved through such a watery war, Sits at the helm, and points to hope's bright star; And, Thou, his guide, he bids us boldly go, Whatever rocks oppose, whatever tempests blow.
272 INVITATION TO AMERICA.
HITHER, ye poor and persecuted, come,
To taste the comforts of a kinder doom!
Ye, whose high souls, with gallant warmth, disdain
To flatter and betray for sordid gain :
To slaver, like a dog, a tyrant's hand,
And crouch obedient to his vile command ;
To practise arts, disgraceful to the brave,
Fit for a faithless, fawning, cringing slave,
And here, in fields as eminently bless’d,
As those which erst the chosen race possess'd,
From bondage led to the delightful land,
By their meek ruler, and Jehovah's hand,
And here devote to Freedom's sacred name,
With curious skill, a temple we will frame,
Which upon Doric pillars shall be borne,
And a severe simplicity adorn;
Such as nor Athens e'er, nor Sparta plann'd,
Nor Rome, the dread and wonder of each land :
Which, heaven-protected, ever shall defy
The traitor's arts and rage of tyranny-
Or, if it should be spoil'd, yet not before
Its martyr's blood around its site we pour.
273 THE VICE-PRESIDENT.
When Heaven resolved Columbia should be free,
And Independence spake the great decree,
Lo! Adams rose-a giant in debate,
And turn'd that vote* which fixed our empire's fate.
In Europe, next, the minister behold,
Who treaties form'd, and melted hearts of gold;t
Maintain'd the honour of our rising name,
And, as a nation, gave us rank and fame!
* Vote of Independence.
+ Loans effected with Holland.
When allied armies triumph'd in the field,
And full-plumed Victory made proud Britain yield,
When Washington commanded o wars to cease,'
He crown'd our triumphs by a glorious peace.
For these, his country pours its honours down,
And ranks him next her first, her darling son.
Long may they rule, in sentiment allied,
Columbia's safeguard, glory, boast, and pride.
See! Freedom's ensign glittering waves unfurld!
There, stamp'd in gold, appears the hero's name Whose deeds are echoed round the admiring world;
And distant ages shall record his fame. 'Twas his to stem the dreadful tide of war;
'Twas his to teach the battle where to rage : With sounding pinions Victory shades his car,
His legions eye him, eager to engage. Calmly he views each army's dread array,
And seems himself the bulwark of the field : His skill, superior, turns the doubtful day:
His foes were Britons-long unused to yield. Death, circling, flew around the ensanguined plain:
There Fate, with fury, drove her maddening car; With human gore the clotted wheels distain'd,
And view'd, exulting, all the waste of war. The tide of blood which late o'erflowed the field, Fann'd by the breezes, stiffens in the glade: