Constitutional Whig. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1824-1832, 1825-06-17


1pu the Turkish Camp az LeSpi the site OF the am
tie August 20. 1928, aud expired in the moment OF
Ills last words wsre-"ro die for liberty Is Il plea
-, not paint"
At midnight, in his guarded tens,
The Turk was dreaming of the hour
When Greece, her kucee IN Suppliaucc bent,
Should trernbe at his power;
la dreams. through camp and court, he bore
ihc trophies of Il Conqucror;
In dreams, his song of triumph heard
Then wore his monaIch's sisnet ring
ihen pressed that mona chs throne.-a King!
rs Wild his thoughts aud gay OF wing,
As Etens garden bird.
At midnight, in the forest shades,
BNzarrs ranged his Suliotc band,
Arne as tie steel of their tried blades,
heroes in hear, and hand.
Tiers had the persau's thousands stood,
! a''v had the glad earth drunk their blood
On old Pla;,ras day;
Ana NOW they breathe that haunted air.
tho sous of sres who conquered there.
" Hh arm 10 strike, and soul to dare,
As quick, as far . they.
An hour past on-thc Turk awokc;
That bright dream WAS his last
lie woke-to hear his sCutIies shrek,
40 arms! they cone! the Creek the Greek"
He "oke--to die midst fame, and smoke,
And shout, aud groan. and sabre stroke,
A lIghtnings from the mountain cloud;
Aud heard, with voice trumpet loud,
BozzariS cheer ms band;
~Strike--till thc LAST AIMED foe expires,
Strike--for your affairs and y0ut fires,
StriNe-ior the green graves of your siies
God-and your native iaud!'
They foueht-like brave men, long a nd well,
They piled that ground with Moslem slam,
They CnnIuercd--but Bozzaris fell,
bleeding At every vein.
His few surviving comrades saw
HIS smile when rang their proud hurrah.
And the rcd field was won;
Thgn saw in death his cyelids close
Calmly nights rcposc,
Like flowers at set OF sun.
Come tn the bridal chamber, Death.
Come to the mothers, when she feels
For the first time her first-horn's breath:--
Come when the blessed seals
winch close the pcstiience are broke
Aud crowded cities wall its stroke;
Come in consumption CHASTITY form,
The earthquake shock, the ocean StolGn:--
Come Mhen the heart beats high aud warm,
Will banqurt-song, and dance, and WING
Amd thou terrible: the tear,
The groan, the kmel, the pail, the bier,
And All we know, or dream, OF fear
OF agony, thine.
But TO the hero when his swnIi
Has the battle for the free,
Thy voice sounds like prophets word,
And III its hollow tones are heard
The thanks Of millions yet To be.
Come. when his task of Fame is wrought
Come. " iih her laureI-ieaf, blood b"ught--
Come in her crowming hour; and then
lhy >uuken eyes unearthIy light
% MIN is welcome the sht
Or sky and stars To pri,oncd rn'ui
Thy grasp is welcome the hand
OF OIutheI in d foreign land
Thy summons welcome the cry
Which told the Indian Isles nigh
T The Notwithstanding Cirnoc,c,
When the land wind, from woods Ut palm,
And Orange groves, and fields Of balm,
Blew Der the Hayden seas.
Bnzzars! with the s,oricd brave
Greece nuIrurcd in her glo.y'S lincs
Rest thee--lere il proUdcr grave,
Eycn III her own proud cline.
She wore 10 funeral weeds for thee
No! bade The dark hcarSe wave its plume.
Like tom branch from deaths leahess tree,
In sorrows p0mp, and pagrantry.
The heartess luxury of the tomb;
But she remembers thee as one
Long loved and for ii season gone.
For ti,ce Ier poets Tyre is wlcaihcd,
Her marble wrought, her music Drcathcd;
For thee she rings the birthday bells;
OF thee her babes first Iispina tells
For thine her evening prayer is said
AT palace couch and cottage bed.
Her soldier closing with the fny,
Gives for thy sake dsaJ,.iet blow;
His pIiahtcd maiNcn, when she lrars
For hm the Joy oi acr young years,
Thinks OF thy fate and checks her tears;
aud she, tie mother of Thy boys,
Though ia her eye and faded check
Is ,cad the grief she will not SPEAK,
TIE memory of her burief jnysi
And even she vino gave thee birth,
NIl. by their pIi2rim Circicd hearth,