THE OAK OF OUR FATHERS. ALAS for the Oak of our Fathers, that stood It grew and it flourish'd for many an age, And many a tempest wreak'd on it its rage; But when its strong branches were bent with the blast, It struck its roots deeper, and flourish'd more fast. Its head tower'd on high, and its branches spread round, For its roots were struck deep, and its heart was sound; The bees o'er its honey-dew'd foliage play'd, And the beasts of the forest fed under its shade. The Oak of our Fathers to Freedom was dear, Its leaves were her crown, and its wood was her spear, Alas for the Oak of our Fathers, that stood In its beauty, the glory and pride of the wood! There crept up an ivy and clung round the trunk, The foresters saw and they gather'd around, No longer the bees o'er its honey-dews play'd, Nor the beasts of the forest fed under its shade; Lopt and mangled the trunk in its ruin is seen, A monument now what its beauty has been. The Oak has received its incurable wound, They have loosen'd the roots, though the heart may be sound; What the travellers at distance green-flourishing see, Are the leaves of the ivy that poison'd the tree. Alas for the Oak of our Fathers, that stood 1798. THE BATTLE OF PULTOWA. ON Vorska's glittering waves With eager multitudes; Where to the fight moves on The Conqueror Charles, the iron-hearted Swede. Him Famine hath not tamed, The tamer of the brave; Him Winter hath not quell'd; When man by man his veteran troops sunk down, Frozen to their endless sleep, He held undaunted on; Him Pain hath not subdued. What though he mounts not now The fiery steed of war, Borne on a litter to the fight he goes. Go, iron-hearted King! Full of thy former fame. Crouch'd to thy victor sword; Resign'd his conquer'd crown; Go, iron-hearted King! Let Narva's glory swell thy haughty breast,.. The death-day of thy glory, Charles, hath dawn'd Proud Swede, the Sun hath risen That on thy shame shall set! Now bend thine head from heaven, Now Patkul be revenged! For o'er that bloody Swede. Ruin hath raised his arm; For ere the night descends, |