Jenks's Portland gazette. [volume] (Portland [Me.]) 1799-1802, 1800-01-13
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L AR, far from hence be satire's afpef rude,
Nc more let Laughtet's frolie face ntrude,
But every heart be fll'd with decpef gloom.
Zach form be clad with veflmnets of the tomb.
From VfRsoN's sAcsED Hit dark lorrows flow,
Spread DER the land, and fhroud the world in
From Miiliiipp's proud maeliic food,
To where St. Croix meanders thro' the wood,
Let euhneE ceaic, let vain amulements ay,
Let parties minge, and let Faction die,
The Realm perform, by warm affection led,
Funeral honors to the MIGHTY DEAD.
Where fhall the heart for conioation turn,
Where end its grief, or how forget to mourn
Beyond thefe clouds appears no cheering ray,
No morning Star proclaims the approach of day.
AK hoary age from whence his forrows come,
His voice is lent, and his forrow dumb,
Enquire OF Infancy why droops bis head,
The prattler lips great WAsnlNcroH is dead :
Why bend yon Sta efnen 'er their talk ftv-le!
Why drops yon Chicf the unavailing tear
What julien grief hangs DER yon Martial Band
What deep diltrels pervades the extended land
In fad tefponles POUNDS from iliore to ihore--
F" Our FRIEND, our CuIpE, our FATHER is no more
Let fond Remembrance turn her aching hight,
Survey The paf, difpel obliyions night,
BY Glory led, purdue the may road
Which leads he traveller TO her high abode,
There view that great that venerated NAME,
lnicrlb'd in fun beams on the roll of Pane.
No apte of years fhal foil the aered ipo;,
Mo future age its memory ihall blot
Millions unborn ihall mark its lacred FIRE,
And lateh Time behold it, and admire.
o widow d Country what protecting Form,
Shaliope thy pathway thro' the gathering iiornl
What mighty hand thy trembling b4rque ihal guide
Ihro Factions rough and overwhelming tide
fhe hour is pat-thy WAsurNGros more
Deicries, with Angel-kep, the peaceful fliore.
Freed from the terrors of bis awful eye,
No more fell Treaton feeks midnight Ky.
But crawling forth, on deadlief mitchell bent.
Rears her black front, and tolls with ourit intent.
Behold. arrang'd in long and black array,
Prepar'a for conflict, thirfing for their prey,
Our foes adpance--nor force danger dread,
Their fears all paniihd when his Spirit fled.
Oft, when our beloms, 6ld with dire dfmay,
Saw mitchell gather round our eountrys way;
When furious Diicord leiz'd her flaming brand,
Ard lhreatend ruin to our infant land;
When Faehons laps iowd thick the feeds OF iliiie,
And AMID deitiucton at the bils OF life;
When Var with bloody hand her flag uniurfd,
And her loud trump aarmd the Weitern World;
His awful voice bade all contention cealc, 4
At his command the forms were huh d TO peace.
But who can ipsak, what accents can rela c,
The loemn icenes which mark the CsEaT MAN sfate
Ye ancient iagcs, who 70 loudly claim,
The highef itaton on the liz Of Fame,
AT his approach with dfidence retire,
His higher worth acknowlcde, and admire
When keeneit anguiil, rack'd his mighty mind,
And the fond heart the joys Of life reGgnd,
No guilt, terror lrech'd its hard esatronl,
No doubt obieur'd the funflne of the Soul.
Prepaid FOR death, his CAIN, and fteady eye,
l. ook'd fearlefs upward to peaceful Sky
While wondering angels point the airy road,
Which leads the CHRisIIaN 10 the THRONE Coo.