The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1823-07-09
POETRY.

he follo7vng ODES were sung al III
Se.ond Bapast Meeting House. in Newport, al n
cels5raliOn ef the 4m July. 1928.
o Praise the Lord, in that best place,
From whence h,s goodness largely flows;
frsise him in Heav'n. where he his face,
Unveird in perfect glory shows.
Praise Hin for his mighty acts.
Which He, on our behalf, hath done,
His kindness this return exacts,
With which our praise should equal run.
let the shrill trumpet's warlike voice.
Make the rocks and hills His praise rebouhd'
Praise Him with hsrp's meoJious noise,
And gentle psai;rys silver sound.
let virgin troops soft timbrels bring.
And some with graceful motions dance,
Let instruments Of various string
With organs joind, His praise advance
WIDE DER the boundiess waves,
Untrack'd by hsman foes,
Our fathers sought another horne,
Where unknown forests rose.
They left their native Isnds
Without one sad adicu:
For whe:esoever they were frees
Their hearts no sorrow knew.
And here their altsrs blaz'd.
Upon the mountain wild;
Here too their grateful! prayers they rais'j,
And Iiesv'n propitious smil'd.
And here, till time shall cease
May Freedom hold her reign.
And ours be health, wealth, Joy, and peace,
Forever and amen!
COLUMBIA Twice an hundred years
Have passd away, and time still rears
New glories 10 thy nsme'
Renown'd in arms uoconquerd still
Art, science. learning, rush to hli
Thy roll ofdeathiess fame!
Thy bsrks are out on every wave,
Thy thinders burst DER foeman's grave,
His pillow is the sea
But thou mov'st on though stornn are round,
Bright as the King Of Ocean found,
On his own pillows Tree.
The spirits Of thY hardy sons,
swell with the blood that freely ruhg,
Thro' veins that beat as high
As those proud hearts OF olden time,
Who found dwelling in thy cline,
With God and Liberty.
No faction rolls its tide or blood,
On Freedoms soil, where brave men stood,
No patriot dies unknown;
No tyranny can bend us low
10 chain Of earth is on us--No--
We bow to Con alone
o. distan. be the mournful hour,
Saall see dark oblivion low'r
Upon thy cloudess sky
That hour, by heav'n, shall never b-.
For there are souls too proud Of thee,
40 let thy g!ores die.
TO-DAY we sing the glorious toll,
That ncrv'd the patriots might,
With crested vict'rys cheering smile;
And bless'd bis eager sight
Sweet. when the strife OF time is past,
The weary warriors rest;
When DER his form the green sod cast;
Lies lightly on his breast.
Around the turf where these repose,
Shall sweets perennial bloom;
Their earliest, latest charm disciose,
To deck each verdant tomb.
Here shall stern honor bend to weep,
Ger valiant heroes slam
And grateful Freedom guard their sleep,
From tell ambitions reign.
Like pillars to uphold the tame
Of freedoms chosen land,
On giory's base each deathsess name
Eiernally shall stand.
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he jollosvmg ODES 7vsre sung al th
Union Meeting House. is Portsmouth, X. J "a
fhe celebration Of the .fsr,y seUs,.ta .aanuersa'y 9
inicrican INDEPENDENCE.
RETURNS again the hatow'd morn,
That gave our Nation birth,
And she who was the tyrant's scorn,
Assum'd her place on earth.
Hcr dawn was red with crimson clouds,
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