Phenix gazette. [volume] (Alexandria [D.C.]) 1825-1833, 1825-06-25
Then they gave

l lO Tic grave
Both the young and hoafy head;
Oh! treasure till life's latest hour
The memory of the dead.
Oh! that those sons of glory
From every grave would start
To welcome now the Nations Friend.
The dear to every heart,
The Pilgrim to their sainted tomb,
BY high devotion led,
To declare
And to share
The honors of the dead;
To treasure till his life's last hour
The memory of the dead.
The day went down that evening
In glory and in tears;
But lasting honour crowns them now
Through all departing years:
And, now the star of glory burns,
Where once those tears were shed.
Let us raise
Songs of praise
In memory of the dead,
And treasure till life's latest hour
The memory of the dead.
The hymns were sung with great So
lemnity, and the effect increased by an
excellent band. The rich swelling tones
of Old Hundred, in particular, went to
the heart, and thrilled every bosom.
The exercises of the battle ground
having been concluded, the guests and
| those who had furnished themselves
with tickets, were formed into pro-
cession, and moved to the summit OF
Bunker's Hill, to dine. And here a
spectacle was presented which battles
description. An awning had been E.
rected, provided with tables and seats
for between four and five thousand per-
sons. Four thousand four hundred
plates were set, and not one was unoc-
cupied. The dinner was as good as
could be expected-considering it was
emphatically provided for an army
After the cloth was removed, the fol-
lowing regular toasts were drunk, in
terspersed with music, and several odes
written for the occasion. by gentlemen
who have successfully wooed the tune
iul nine.
The l7h Of June, l775.-The marble
may moulder; but while heart beats
in an Americans bosom, there will be
aitaJlet from which the record of that
days glory shall never be effaced.
This toast was followed by the fol-
lowing original Ode:
ny RUFUS DAWES.
Let Freedoms banner swell with patriot
pride!
While Glory's iron heralds proclaim along the
shore.
The day! when Albion crimsoned Charles
tide,
And Bunker shook beneath the battles roar;
How majestic the spirit, that rode upon her
thunder,
Whose bolts, indignant, broke Expressions
chains asunder;
When first our, yeoman band,
The bulwa.k of the land,
Like monarch oaks, withstOod
The dark, contending flood,
And bought with blood freeman's rights, her
heritage to be.
Huzza! Huzza! Huzza! Huzzai HEzza!
Our Genius gave the mandate, declaring we
were free,
Huzza! Huzza! Huzza! Huzza! Huzza!
And independence seal'd the high decree.
Arise! Arise! ye patriot spirits, rise!
And hail the glorious morn, when your star of
freedom rose;
When Bunker hurled her lightning, like
the skies,
And poured flaming torrent on her foes;
When our sires, our gallant sires, their dearest
birthright shielded,
nj Tbar3o che eocrnl
blood they yielded;
Whose monument shall stand
In Alpine glory, grand;
Where our mountain bird shall soar,
When around the tempests roar,
Their lifted piles gigantic strength, exulting-
lyto see.
Huzza Huzza! &c. &c. &c.
Should hostile legions darken round the
Your rock encompassed shore presuming to
invade;
Thy towering temple, Liberty! would stand
To blast thy fell oppressors with its shade;
In grandeur unrivalled, thy pillared deme as
cending,
Shall strengthen on, from age to age our IA.
Tiers fame extending;
While round thee fanes decay,
Exempt from rlin'ssway,
Thy stately front, sublime,
Shall stand the proof of time,
And, midst its beating storms, secure, unsha-
ken ever be-
Huzza! Huzzal &c. &c. &c.
Arise, arise! we patriot spirits rise!
Our jubilee of Glory demands a nations song!
Triumphant music wake, with glad surprise,
Till Echo every rapturous strain prolong:
Let the clarion of Fame, from shore to shore
be sounded:
And 10 Pans ring, through heavens high arch
unbounded;
Let the trumpet proudly swell;
Wake, wake the inspiring shell!
While the rosy cup goes round;
With ruby nectar crowned,
And we drink to them, who nursed with blood
our dropping freedom tree!
Huzza! Huzza! &c. &c. &c.
The MiHtia.-What more than to
pronounce the name of Bunker Hill, to
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