Phenix gazette. [volume] (Alexandria [D.C.]) 1825-1833, 1825-01-22
NO. 100
POETRY.

Lines lTtfte1 on the death OF Col. J0hn LIdu-
rens, tcho .cas kiiAM in tie skirmi.h tokich
closed the fight Of The Revolutionary War.
In his bed the hero disdained to die,
But from his sick couch started,
As soon as the enemy's ranks were nigh,
And foremost to battle darted.
Nought of that nameless fight they tell,
In which the long contest expired,
Save that its bravest soldier fell
BY the last gun that was fred.
Sublime were the passions, which raised hiu
above
Most mortals, immortal in story,
For ne'er was bosom more fred with love,
For woman, for country, for glory.
BY pangs ofthe first his frame long ra:ked,
To dust did he languish to render,
But glory allured, and his country attacked,
Demanded his arm to defend her.
Owhen ofhis fate to that country you tell,
Rain the big drops of sorrow upon her,
But shed not atear, Ger the dead, for he fell
AS he had lived, covered with honor.
With smile he beheld the last life-drop flow,
AS his country no longer could need him;
For he led the last fight, he struck the last blow
find shed the last blood for her freedom.
[.Seiected far the Phenr Gazette, by a FrendI
HYMN TO THE STARS.
Aye, there We shine and there have shone
In enc eternal 'hour Of PRIME"
Each rolling, burningly, alone,
Through boundless space and countless time
Aye, there We shinc--the golden dews
That pave the realms by seraphs trod;
There, through yon echoing vault, difuse
The song Of choral words to God.
Ye visible spirits bright as erst
Young Eden's birth-night saw ye shine
On all her flowers and fountains first,
Yet sparkling from the hand divine.
Yes bright as then, ye smiled to catch
The music of asphere so fair,
Ye hold on high immortal watch,
| And grid your Gods pavilion there
Gold frets to dust-yet there ye are;
Time rots the diamond-there ye roll
In primal light, as ifeach star
Enshrined an everlasting soul
And do theynot '-since yon bright throngs
One AlLenlightened Spirit own,
Praised there by pure sidereal tongues,
Eternal, glorious, blest and lone
Could man but see what We have seen,
Unfold awhile the shrouded past
From all that is, to what has been,
The glance how rich, the range how vast
The birth of time-the rise, the fall
OF empires-myriads, ages flown
Thrones, Cities, tongues, arts, worshiPs-au
The things whose echoes are not gone ~
We saw wrapt Zoraster send
His soul into your mystic reign,
Ye saw the adoring SaJdon bend
The living hills his mighty fame =
Beneath his blue and beaming sky,
He worshipped at your lofty shrine,
And deemed he saw, with gifted eye,
The Godhead in his works divine. cg
And there yc shine, as tito mock
The children of a mortal sire;
The storm, the bolt, the earthquakes shock,
The red VOLCANOES cataract fire,
Drought, famine, plague, and blood and hame'
All Natures ills, land life's worst woes,)
Are nought to you've smile the same,
find scorn alike their dawn and close.
i've there We roll-emblems sublime
OHM whose spirit DER US moves,
Beyond the clouds ofgriefand crime,
Still shining on the world he loves
Nor is one scene to mortals given,
That more divides the soul and sod,
Than yon proud heraldry of heaven
Yon burning blazonry Of God!
From the Milton Gazette.
| NAN.
| Man is, indeed, a strange compound;
| What vast extremes in him abound!
| Under the bright control Of good,
4 He seems to initiate his Cod
Under the darksome rule OF evil,
| He sembles much the very Devil
i DeRcHEsrxH.
aceidem-A man named Springer,
while on a shooting party at Beaver,
l(NY1 ON the LIST inst. was shot dead
bv his own rife. He was carelessly
leaning with his chin on the muzzle,
. -, he niece accidentally went Oh,