The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1816-08-21
THE ESCAPE OF LAvELETTR.

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n was nisht--and the silence Of death was around.
Save the eanking Of chains in the prisonsrs cell.
Or the eroa tha. re-echoed its heartchiIng sound
A. tlis tread Of the sentinel heavily fell.
An! Who is IL ieans on ME table Of stone.
j And TRANQUILITY watches the lamps fading beam
Firm, firm il bis bosom, he utters no moan
No tears from the fountsn Of sympathy stream.
Tomorrow the Sun will dispsnce his bright ny
But the sun pf The hero grows feeble and dim,
he fce,s--bu, tha, feeling Is awful and still
And he wastes not in fuitlss complaining h!s
Ne bows him submissive to heavens high will
And calmly awaits the approach Of hs death.
Full of for his eeunfry his bosom he beard.
And scaled the rough mountain, o. sssmm'd the
DARK food,
Alike in her grief and her glory he sharu
And fought fcf her welfare mid peril aud blsod.
nnsrateful she dsoms him the lot Of the vie -'
she turns from The light Of Ms ssui.beaming eye
And the demon Or malice. with bell In her emile.
IN Psrspessivs bsholds how hete can die
d. shame On shs. ur,st thou sleeps. on thy throne,
Upheld BY ths mercless minions Of pride
Thy luilsby-song 10 the victim's last groan--
Thy hands u The Ifs.bl6od Of virtue are dy'd
Sus cheer thee. Brave bear. though Thy lamp fades
" sway
And thou looks. on the morrow. the last q thy
fst shortly fsr thee shall there dawn new day,
Enlivensd with tun.bs1ns. and blooming with
AowsrsI -
Mid the esele Of friends who have iivd in thy smile,
) There 10 one, bright angel Of virtue and truth,
Whose prayer TO the author Of goodness ere while,
Rose Slsst for the husband and love OF her touth.
o. who but the wife on whole bosom 90 dear.
The hero full often had pillew'd his head,
Woxd have rent the strong shAckes Of peril and fear,
And the path from destruction to safety have led
She has psd throa tins guard TO the inernost cell
Ths young pledge Of her love has attended her
'fhs chains q the s.p,iv. already have fell.
And hope in his dungeon has dartsd ray.
fAs ehief.ia ioots up from his table Of Stone
~, longer he watches the lamps fading beam
he presses the heart Of his wife 10 his own.
And the tears from the fountain Of sympathy
5 ~ stressn.
The lips Of his daughter iutsis the warm tiss-s
:. The soul Of the hero, undaunttd and, brave,
s en,eancd and expands with the fulness Of bliss
For his lovd one has proaerd Asr safety to save,
"0has,s thee ~ cries she-" when the portal,
gaind, vrk
"rhou wilt 6nd there are friends who will watch
DER thy fate
I" Though thine enemies once-yss their honor IN.
stain'd,
"rhsyr protect thee. my housband-Sy! ay!
ere too late -
The tread Of the prisoner cautiously falls -
The wide spreading mantle Is over him thrown--
HE child his supporter he leaves the drear walls,
And hspplHsss, freedom and life are his own!
Away from the vuitures who thirst Tor hls blood.
ny his generous prsservers attended, he aies--
They scaie the rough mountain. they cross the dark
food e..
tie ID safe land to heaven his prisons rise!
Brave hero, again shall thy bosom expand.
To thy heart shaIl Thy wife and thy daughter be
sis-t prcst, ~
And thine evening Of life, in some happier land
tho sssXerinC eou0trv. be trauduil and blcat