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With a sorrowful look,
And the temple shook,
And he thought of his home
O'er the ocean foam;
Far, far away,
Of their green repose,
That pale and blighted rose: :f
And they that dwelt in minstrelsy,
Like the distant cry
A moment on earth alone,
Shall go for ever before them;
Of his glorious face
Embalm’d by Greece,
* The last words of Byron related to his wife and child. † In the Giaour.
His rest for aye in the warrior-grave-
His marble head
A sculptured thought of liberty —
A boding forth of Poesy
The gifted of Omnipotence.
ODE TO PEACE.
Up with thy banners! Out with all thy strength
Rock-hearted country of the brave and wise ! Huge fortress of the North! unfurl at length
All thy sharp streamers o'er the flashing skies
The shadow only of a coming foe,
Of countless armies gathering below
Upwaking with a heavy solemn roar,
And the great sea that broke upon thy shore,
Out-thundering to the nations! with the noise
Of strange artillery in the earth and sky,
When he would startle to new energy
Child of the North—New England-Up and heave Thy sumptuous drapery to the wind! Thy brow
Begirt with adamant, lay bare; and leave The lurid panoply of death ; and go
Forth like the mightiest and the best of them
Put on a snowy robe-a diadem
The language of endurance from the brave;
The song of peace from such as know not fear.
Shall War prevail for ever? Must we be
For ever and for ever bound to wage, Like the devouring creatures of the sea,
Unceasing battle for our heritage?
Are we to sleep in armor ? To lie down
year, Lest they who saw their monarch vail his crown
At our approach of old, may venture near ?
What though a fourth of thy brave empire now
Is put upon the casting of a die?
Reg dest as a portion of the sky,
And justly too. What though thy outstretch'd hands
Are vast and powerful? Thy rocky earth, Rough though it be, more precious than the lands
That burn with gold and gems? Of greater worth To thy stout people, Country of the free!
Than if thy waters rang o'er beds of pearls, Flashing and sounding with the great high sea,
Or when their wrath was up-in drifts and whirla
Threw diamonds-rubies—lumps of light ashore ;
The wealth of India, or the glorious coil
Of gone-by ages-founder'd with their spoil.
To keep for ever thundering, night and day? Will nothing do but warfare? Must we be
Arm’d to the teeth for ever? arm’d to slay?
Are the proud creatures of our soil—our youth,
Our fruitage and our hope—are they to go
Along the way of life, but arın'd as though
The brave and beauteous earth whereon they tread,
Were fashion'd by the Builder of the Skies,
Not for his living Image, but the dead
A place for slaughter and for sacrifice;
The Golgotha of nations. Must they be
Bred up to butchery from their earliest breath? Made to believe that they are serving thee,
Our Father! when they sweep a storm of death,
O'er portions of thy goodliest heritage,
bare The Vineyards of the world, age after age,
Or clamoring with ten thousand trumpets where
The shadowy monsters of the Great Deep dwell,
With star-drift-fire-and shapes magnificent, Creatures that watch thy roaring citadel
The broad black sea- —the sun-dropp'd firmament.
Father of men! Jehovah! What are they,
The rulers of the earth, that they should dare, To set aside thy law—to bid man slay
Where thou, their God, hast told him to forbear?
New England, rouse thee from thy heavy sleep!
Storehouse of nations-Lighted of the skyGreat northern hive-Long cherish'd of the deep,
Mother of States! To thee we turn our eye!
Up with thy heart in prayer, and cry aloud
Peace to the Nations; to our Borders peace! Why roll your banners like a thunder-cloud,
O’er sky and earth for ever? Let war cease!
By Him that dwelleth in eternity,
About her warrior brow, the flowering olive-tree!
Or New York, wrote a volume of poems, published in 1814.
THE FASHIONABLE RAKE.
Now far advanced had pass’d the second day,
To the large edifice young Lovegrace drew,
The town Arcadia situate near the waves, Whose yellow sands a stream of commerce laves,