The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1809-11-22
TIE LawYEHs EaREWELL TO HIS .,fUsE.


In foreign Chimes condcmn'd to roam,
An endless exile from his home
pensive he freads the destn'd way
And breads to go, nor darcs to stay
Till on some ncghb ring mountains brow
lie stops, and turns his eyes below
There. melting at the wsll-known view,
Drops a last tear, and bids adicu
SO thus doom'd from thee 20 part,
Gay queen Of Fancy and Of Art,
Reluctant more, with Doubtful mind,
Oft stop, and often look behind.
Companion Of my tender age,
Serenely gay, and swcctly sage,
How bl'tlcsome were we wont to rove,
3y verdant hill, or shady grove,
Where tervcnt bees, with humming voice,
Around the honc'd oak rejoice,
And aged clms with awful bend,
In long cathedral walks extend.
Luu'd by the lapse Of gliding floods,
Cheer'd by the warbng Of the woods,
How blest my days, my thoughts how free,
In sweet society with thee
-riien AZ, -as joyous, all was young,
And years unheedco Fo!l'd along
And now the pleasing dream is DER,
These scenes must charm me now no more,
Lost TO the field and torn from you
Farewell Ia long, last adieu
nc wrangling courts, and stubborn law,
To smoak. and crowds, and cities draw
There selfish faction rules the day,
And Pride and Av'rce throng the way;
Diseases faint the murky air,
And midnight eonAagrstions glare,
Loose Revelry and Riot bold,
In frightened streets their orgies hold;
Or, when in silence all is drown'd,
Fell murder walks her lonely round,
No room for peace, no room FOR you,
Adieu celestial Nymph adieu!
Shakespeare, no more thy sylvan song,
Nor all the art of Addison,
Popc's hcav'n-strung Tyre, nor Wallcr's case,
Nor Mlton's mighty self must please
Insicad OF these a formal band,
in frs and colts around me stand
With sounds uncouth and acccnts dry,
That crate the soul Of harmony,
Each pcdant sage mlocks his store,
Of mystick dark, dscordant lore
And points with tott'ring hand the WAYS,
That lead inc TO the thorny maze.
There, ina winding, close retreat,
Is Justice doom'd to fix her seat.
There, fcnc'd by bulwarks of the Law,
She keeps the wandring world ia awe,
And there from vulgar sight retir'd,
Like Eastern Queens is more admir'd.
o let me pierce the secret shade,
Where dwclls the venerable maid
The humbly mark, with rev'rent awe,
The guardian of Britannia's law,
Unfold with Joy the sacred page,
9Th united boasts OF many an age,
Were mx'd yet uniform appears,
The wisdom of a thousand years.)
5 In that pure spring I,c bottom view,
Clear, deep, yand regularly true.
And other doctrines thence imbibc,
That luvk within the sordid scribe,
Observe how parts with parts unite,
in one harmonious rule Of right;
See countless wheels distinctly tend,
Ily various laws to one great end,
While mighty Altrcd's piercing soul,
pcrvadcs and regulates the whole.
Then welcome business, welcome strife,
Welcome the cares, the thorns OF life
The visage wan, the pur-blind sight,
The toll by day, the lamp by night,
The tedious forms the solemn pirate,
The pert dispute, the dull debate.
The drowsy beach, the babbling Hall,
For thee, far justice, welcome all
Thus tho my noon Of life be past,
Vet LET my setting SUM- at last
Find out the still, the rural cell,
Where sage retirement loves TO dwell |.
There let me taste the homefeit bliss,
OF innocence, and inward peace,
Untsinted by the guilty bribe
Cncuss'd amid the harpy tribe
Nor orphans cry TO wound my ear:
Ny honour and my conscience clear;
Thus may calmly meet my end,
Thus TO the grave in peace descend