The enquirer. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1804-1815, 1809-09-22
JOHN NJ ADISO n.

tlN clnYfs of t.gX go9urplang JEo2pcHs sails,
Those solemn groves & zephyr-wooinp- Wales.
where science rears her variegsted tlowrs
Nhere, on her blooming Madison, she pour'd
Inc richest essence OF her golden vase,
Her charming ornament al graces sliowr'd
And beaIn'd the splendors of her sunny blaze
Where young Columbians catch the expanding
glow, o
OF philosophic lore, from Bakers tongue.
And drink from Biair's mild lips, the sweetest
flow
VI classic strains, by ancient poets sung.
And thither must my Fancy HE alone
Or shall sorrowing train escort her there
Methnks from sobbng breasts a doeti,l ,roap
Announces loud, such trains approaching near
Ye rueiul glooms of lamcntation sad
fe Cypress shades and visions drear of woe
In all your grief-inspiring blackness clad,
The tram attend, and silence round you throw
But 10 the melancholy scene appears.
Each Academic Grove and lumber lawn
Enwrapt in woe, aud bsth'd i'm bitter tears.
EACH mrthtui sport, each CLEAN of Joy with
drawn.
In heart-sick strains, the sad procession wall.
Their dear-lo,'d Madison foreve. gone;
His spirit, in each softly whispering gale,
Hear murmring swecuy as the sdying swan.
Their blood-steep'd signs, hang heavy on each
breeze,
AND piaintive accents give their sorrows vent !;
The sharpest pains of woe, their bosoms seize.
And all their tender hearts, with grief are
rent
in sobs and signs their feelings thus thew pour:
OH Madison, where's now that daring mind,
That mind which could, with eagle pnions soar,
And Executions blazing summit find?
&C Where's now that dulcet Ciceronian tonsrue.
That could, the soul, with every passion fill /;
On which, IN rapture NUMEROUS crouds have
And drunk its strains in many an oily rilI
.s Where's now that beauteous manly form.
That caPturd admiration's wondering gaze
That ev'ry Dian's icy heart could warm,
And force reluctant Envys praise
Alas that mind, tho fraut-ht with wisdon,s
stores,
And sailing smoothly on the stream of Time
The storms OF death have dashd to distant shores.
yield its riches i'll another cline.
That tongue on which persuason's thunders
roll'd,
Alas that tongue where fires seraphic burn'd.
Now lies dishgur'd, senseless, dumb and cold.
Deepih the dark and gloomy grave inurn'd
That form of beauty, elegance and easel
- Where natures blooming graces softly play'd
No more the ;dmiring gazer's eye can please.
Nor burn with flames Of Love, the tender
maid
OF the tremendous tyrant of the tomb.
I he dread destroyer, iron hearted death y
That form resign'd its strength and horid
bloom.
That form which oft amidst the sportive thronpr
That on yon circus, grac'j their nerves in pIay
we've seen, with rapid vIgor, move along,
AND win the athletic honors of the day
That form imprisoned, in a dreary grave,
Now dIsunitcs and crumbles into dust
Inr ,f,,,ac
slave,
Until the bowels Of the tomb shall burst
1t thus severe, the woes that School mates feel
AT loss OF thee, thou dear departed friend
More poignant far, than thorn or pointed steel
Are those which thy fond parents bosoins rend
oh how their quiy'ring anguish'd heart strings
bled,
When, on Thy sallow cheek & death. dim eve.
They gazed < cried, Our darling Son i, dead
And soon, Oh God i'll the dark grave must
oh what convulsive throes their bosons brav,d
When, from their view, the coffin shut thv
ana 20 mat collin then, how close they cleav'd.
And plead thy features once again to trace
Oh what pang! Oh what a rendinr SHOCK :
Deep struck the centre Of their grooming souls.
"a pang that would have pierc'd a heart Of rock |
shock Ike tbgnder-claps, that shakes the
pOiSS.l
When run,bling in the new-dug gazing grave
Thy sinking coffin, sent dolefui sound
Which momeutous awful lesson gave.
To those who hung in dropping clusters round
And yet companion of our juvenile years
Thy parents loss, tho ra,ui,l in the extreme
To Thy dear country's loss, such ratio cni, bcars
AS to the Suns huge mass, one single beam.
When, from the sphere ofumc, thy splendours
r0il'd
Into tie orbit Of eternal day -
Thy country cried--Alas behold behold
My brilliant sun OF genius tern awayl
But pause-our grief, our tears shall cease to
flow
Tort'o' on earth, thy ustre spread in golden
streams,
That COD wbose councils loue and ,yisoio,, know
Can change that iustro INTO beay'nly beams. |
That breath which Kndlts moytals into life.
Ard lights from darkness, globes of burning |
fame, b
Can watt these morsls from dis world of strec.
Aud ctothe them with the blaze of deafness
Fame
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b"de vieisiD Of Wasljagton Aeaaeo,y. !