The enquirer. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1804-1815, 1807-05-26

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TIE foLiezving ObE zva, ,eeitsd BY A1ose, C. II
BLANcRARD, at tie JUBILEE of Tsmes-T.z,,.
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The power that meaiures Space and time,
Androbes the Stars with Light fublime,
That guides with central force Alright
The rapid Comets fiery flight,
That holds each Orb in ftrony controul.
And points the planets where to roll
The GOD who taught the fun to blaze,
And made it firike,
On mortal fight,
The fire of Heav'n' reflected rays
Sent the Sons of the EaR,
To the Sons of the WeR,
Taught the Arts with the ray of mild evening "a
fhine,
And blefs a Ns1v World with their radiance dvip.
Warm from the wood,
With Hunting tir'd,
A Savage fought the cooling aood,
And far, far off, the curling wave admir'd
And as he pac'd the lonely beach,
Far as his piercing eye could reach,
He thought he faw the Pine-Trees dance,
And on the wave ere4 advance!
Again he look'd, and faw the trees,
All wing'd, arriving with the breeze
And as he gax'd with wild furprife,
Borne on the full food tide along,
Moving in foemn filence on
He fees at laff the fately ff,ip arife.
But when from, forth the burning Gde,
He fees the Lightnings glide,
and hears the deep mouth'd cannon roar,
he rafting founding,
Noife rebounding
From the Rocks, the Woods, the fflore:
Aghsf the red man fes and cries
Loud as the yell Of Death can rire)
To all the painted Tribes around
That " GRzAT SP1RIr" ill'd with ire,
lnvolv d in fnioke and clad in fire,
Shook the whole earth with thund'ring found,
And raging threw the livid ghtnings round.
But, ah how foon the Savage nations faw,
The Suns white offspring were but men:
And as their mutual wants increafe,
While varying ties together draw,
They frame traneient peace,
And harnonze in vain.
Nor mid the tow ring foreif fhade,
Was the black hair d Indian Maid,
At all afraid,
To fee the graceful Granger move,
Or hear his fofteR fong Of love.
For love bewitch'd thefe real Wood Nyrnphs wild.
Wav'd her white arm, and Ger the dsfert fmiId.
This. when the jealous Savage knew,
And faw befide,
The mounded city rife:
To Arms to Arms he ery'd;
To Arms the Warriors flew
And the thrill, war fong founded to the kis,.
Whila Horror fhriekng in the woods,
And fcreaniing DER the hills and floods,
Warns the white Warriors to prepare.
Aad brave the frf rude iboek of favage war.
Our AneeAors!-A fmali but daring band
Led by Hero fri in fame,
Cfothd with courage armed with fame,
Againn the hideous bowling throng.
March dreadful on;
And in many dreful day,
Driving far the foe away,
Boldly claim tn enfanguin'd land,
Their eonquering valor
Driv'n from their ufual haunts and foods,
Far to their innioft fliades and woods,
The Indian Chiefs retir'd,
With endefs fury fr'd,
Intent, the web of woe to weave,
Secret death, and joylefs as the grave
The plots full time, maturd, through many q year,
Al la0 drew near
and the noteh'd arrow mark'd the day,
That drew the fnrrowing tear,
Which Time can never wipe away
Revenge Revenge a thoufand voices cry,
Revenge! Revenge ! tn eehoing hills reply!
Whilh the red tribes, in treaeh'ry ftrong,
Relsnt!efs fweep along:
And where the whizzng weapon Ry,
thoufsnd Fathers, Mothers die
Sons, Siaers, Children, fly in vain,
Their lifelsls bodies Grew the plaip
And, as the Infant frniIes or cries
II fees the lifted ftroke and dies.
Behind, the raging flames are feen,
Where dwellings, fields, and bodies blaze:
And garng midi the horrid CLEAN,
The whooping blood flain'd Savage flrays:
Or, amid the fend like throng,
Drives the blsffiug ruin on;
Till (quite complete the bloody plsn)
Sad Dedication Ets aud moeks the works Of Man,
Soft voied Pity from above,
Faireh Daughter Of the Sky
Bent with looks Of grief and love,
To tn change esrth her fearful eye
She faw the fmoking ruins rsund,
And all the arts Of peace defroy'd,
The groves and walks were ruin'd found,
Which ihe with peaceful power ENJOYED
IN each lov'd feene fhe hears faint forroa call:
Whn Ger the hapleis land, her tears benignsnt fall
But now fee, fair fueeopr flying
Der the vide Atlantic wave,
Our few remaining Sres TO fave,
Every Indian force defying,
Bringing comfort to the brave,
Ship after ih,p aHnain
Men after arrive
To drive
The Savage to his woods again.