The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1811-10-23

stranger in the deathful iield
oft your sires in combat stool,
Death descending with their blows,
Oft with spears, that smok'd in blood,
Showerd destruction on their foes
Ne, who bear their honour'd name
Toll, and wounds, and death dc5pise
Rugged is the road to fame,
Countless dangers round it rise.
Bat, if in the glorious strife,
Ern's champions yield their breath,
is the towards lengthend life
Equal TO his hour OF death
Cowards born to deathfll shame,
Claim an unremembcred grave;
Glory and dcathless name,
Are the birthright Of the brave.
To tempt the deedlcss warriour on 60 dare,
With untried sword the te. rours Of the
Thus with the fathers acts, the soul inspire,
Aud teach the TO emulate the sire.
The long tried guardians OF their native land,
Another theme, another sran demand
Each daring thought, each generous spark to fan,
Check every fear that would the soul unman
With kindiing rage bid their fierce bosoms glow,
And turn with bursting vengeance on the foe.
Erin's hope and Ern's atay,
Pride of peace and strenAth Of war,
Through each fierce contending fray,
Glory's fav'rte, conquesl's care.
You, who oft on Ulla's plain,
Bath'd your streaming blades in gore,
And DER hills of hostile slain,
High your conquering standards bore.
Now more cventful hour,
All your wonted strength demands
See the strangers marshall power.
Darken all the cmbafticd sands
Must we, then, native land
To the proud invader yield
No-while yet her command
Arms to guard and breasts to shield
Ern's daughters must your charms
BE the ruthless spoilers prize
Lovers, husbands. sires to arms
Rise, IN all your strength, arise.
Through the thick ranks indignant murmurs run,
Each lifted falchion glitters TO the sun;
And charged with many mcdltated blow,
Waves proud defiance To the distant foe.
Now rings, with welcome clang, the sgnal shield,
Now rush inpetuous thousands on the FIELD;
And as The battle joins the mingled breath,
Coarse with tunuituous pail, the shout of death.
Dut hence ye forms, my rapturJ fancy drew,
Fade all ye glorious visions from my view.
We unborn offspring of, the poets thought,
Ye shades, from tombs of faded greatness brought
Ye last faint footsteps Of race long run,
Ye twilight glimmcrngs of far set sun.
Away 1.-The sad reality appears NJ
Neglected Harp accept my song, my tears.
In VAN that song, thine altSr'd state may mourn
And tell OF times that never shall return.
Ofold when round the bard the warriours ,hrong'd,
Declin'd the circlng shield and claim'd the song
The tates. the fall OF heroes and of kings,
hwoke to marshaPd strains, thy sounding strings.
Then was the bards unerring skill confessed,
To sway with potent sound, the subject breast.
liark DER thy frame, his rapid hand he filings,
And wakes the siumb'nng terrour of thy suings
Through the rapt crowd responsive fury flies,
Burns on their checks, and fashes from their eyes,
Anon the strain is chang'd, and sounds of woe
From thy dep chords in pensivc murmurs how;
As PHYS self had swept the strings along,
And pour'd her piaintvc spirit thro' the song.
With heads recn'd, their altered voice they hear,
Hcave The deep sigh and drop the impassioned tear
When soft thy strains, in sportive measure rise,
And slaoness sparkles in their flashing eyes
OF old would love the thrilling song inspire,
And every tone with glowing passion fire:
As on some streamlet's blooming bank recln'd,
The youthful minstrel pour'd his ardent mind,
Bid the deep glen repeat the pleasing lays,
Taught ev'ry speaking string his charmer's praise
Robbd earth and heaven to make her form more fair,
Till all perfection centcrcd only there.
or old to soothc the passions to rcpose,
In soften'd sounds thy melting voice arose,
I'o" ns usSr sSse eaen i'uiAunS SorroW stOsS,
And pour'd oblivion DER the tranquil soue
OF Old thy sounds, with pore sthan magick force,
Could guide the storm OF battle in it's course,
Fire the untutorcd soul with hopes Of fame,
And bid him spurn existence, Cor a name.
But all is past--thy force, thy power o'crthrown,
Thysef desps'd, neglected and unknown.
Poor Harp, farewell Though Erin may dcplore,
Her sun Of greatness, set, to rise more
Tho her degenerate sons, untouch'd with shame,
Have from the list OF nations rasd thy name
still, when my eyes shall rest upon thy form,
The patriots wish my glowing breast shall warm;
Aud the faint touch that wakes the trembling string
Again shall lift my soul on fancy's wing;