American watchman and Delaware advertiser. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1822-1828, 1824-02-13
SaAEsPEAR.

Can Washingtons glory departs
Must he ask the aid of tomb
Whose monuments reard in the heart,
Whose mem'ry for shall bloom,
Till the fall earth and the sinks in blood
The modest; the valiant; the just great and good.
Doth Washington ask cold pillar Of stone
ITO guard his great name from decays
That name which stands peerless, untarnished, alone
And shall stand, till our globe pass away?
The tyrants frai glory time sweeps in his course,
But Washingtons adamant mocks at his force.
Can the memory of Washington diet
There rolls not wave OF the
There sweeps not blast DER the sky
But hears it abroad to the free
On SUIT ring, in peril, III carnage in flame,
He carv'd on creation, the pride of his name!
And it beams like a bow from the cloud
Arch'd out when the deluse DER,
AS sign to the mighty and proud,
That the nations should perish
And like light sent from Heaven burs round the SWORD
Of the Greek who now strikes at his nfidel lord.
To the Greek--to the Greek, bear your gold,
AS all aidlcss he tolls 10 be free
And tell him tho Washingon's ashes are cold,
That the off ring you bear DER the sea
His spirit has sent to the gauntletted brave,
Who for liberty bed near Leondas' grave.
Aye! the slumber of Greece is now DER
No myrtle-wreath nantes her sword
But she moves i'll her brightness more,
And strikes at the brow Of her lord
Her bound and brus'd spirit has burst into flame,
And her echoes again. shout the Sparans proud name
Her affairs were hreless--her columns oerthrown,
And ruin his trophies of green.
In mockery wreath'd round the Wondering stone,
Where the chise of Phidias had been
And the smoke of the inde stain'd the proud walls,
Where valor's right hand hung her Persian spells.
Long ages of darkness have past
Since the proud Roman promised in vain
But she breaks from her sumber at last,
And rends, as she rises, her chain
And voice from the tombs Of her heroes of yore,
Like the call Of trumpet cries sleep ye more"
On Ota the fires of freedom are cleaning,
And strong hands and bold hearts gather there;
From Pindus the banner Of freedom is streaming
Its biazonry proudly in air:
And the fountains Of freedom gush out at the sound
OF the Greeks fiery sccd, as he paws on the ground!
And her sky wears loyeier blue,
And her streams are all moving in light.
On her hills falls holier dew,
And fires of more purity kindc her night
And her breezes too baImy and blessed to wave
ringet that cugls on the brow Of slave
And is this but dream, shall she wake
And find it all melted in air!
Can morn of despair ever break
On vision so glorously fair
Her sword in its scabbard--her trumpet unbown,
The chain round her heart, aud the Turk her throne
BY the days of her glory, ere yet
She had how'd like bondman her knee
BY the blood of her heroes that wet
The first shoots of fair libery's tree
by your feelings of YOUTH when the sound of her name
Was war drum to waken your spirits to flame
BY the mother who CHERISHED your youth
BY the daughter who clngs round your knee
BY the spirit Of love and of truth
BY the home and the hearth of the free
BY the mercless mart where the inatron and maid
Were sold as the spoil Of the nfdePs blade
BY the infant that smiles in your face,
With pleading the soul can't withstand
By pure woman's thrice -hallowed embrace
BY the blood pour'd at Sco, like rain the sand
BY the shrek of the feeble, and curse of the bold
by the Cross to the Greekto the Greek gold!