The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1826-11-02
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THE JUBILEE.
Twas glorious, when the clarion swell
Announced the purple dawn Of war,
To see, where late such darkness fell,
The bright ascent Of Freedoms star.
Even when some cloud of dubious fight
Yelled for time its puror blaze,
Still might you see ts struggling light,
Half bursting through the reddcning haze.
More happy we, who seated now
Within the bowers by Freedom made,
Where, with the laurel's deeper glow,
Entwnes the olives grateful shade,
Behold that star, or which were driven
Such early shades Of doubt and fear,
High burning in it's Western heaven,
Pour its eternal brightness here.
Hcre mingling sec various group;
Grey veterans lift their kindling eyes,
And sanguine youth, shouting troop,
Hail the pure light Of Freedoms skies.
What peals arc hoard--what music swolls
The banners wave, the merry bells
Chime, while the connons roar.
Is there a bosom sighs to day.
Oh is there ono feels not the sway
Of this inspiring hour
Yes, He who, full ofstrength sublime,
Bodied the spirit Of the time
In that proud act, which ert unfurled
Our flag offreodom to the world;
And He, the Sage, who firmly stood
Stemming the force ofFaction's flood;
TO guard each right our blood had won,
Till, with the patriot and the good,
Adams and Liberty were One.
Yct.this fair morn to them is dark
The day Of Jubilee has shed
It's Joyous radiance hut to mark
More solemnly their dying bed.
They die amid tho loud acclaim,
That tells the glory their name.
When ruin, through tho long wild day,
Follows the tempest's furious way,
And litful n-breaks only show
It's wild career Of waste and woe,
And heavy clouds Of darkness frown
More sternly as the sun goes down
Then seems the thoughtful mind to sec
An emblem meet ofTyranny,
A bad and powerful beings reign,
Long struggling with its fate in vain;
Till, while life's parting ray is shed,
Deep curses thckcn round his head
These die not thus but like e. The bhrl,;h II,
Winch as il calmly steals away,
Seems like tho smile of God on earth -
And Ger whose eyegi.e 'os'aI ski"~
Bright .hfts gorge. ''o1S1E .1SEs to glow;
While lays Of many happy bird,
Hymning that setting sun, are heard
From all the woods below
And still anthem seems to swell
Tn in the pure and fragrant air,
Biding that glorious light farewell,
So calm, bcnefccnt, and fair
They dicd-but when tho tale went forth
Amid the bright array ofmirth,
Then revclry was turned to wo,
The pageant seemed a funeral show;
Then music hushcd her festive sound :
In groups tho broken crowd stood round;
Some old men talked of former years;
Their voices broken with their tears;
The young their mingled sorrow shed,
Half cnvying tho immortal dead.
But thou who, standcst in thy years,
Sublime amidst thy dead compesrs,
A lonely pillar, laurel-crowned,
With kindred columns crumbling round
TO thee grateful nation turns,
Each eye grows bright, each bosom burns,
Gazing on thy majestic age,
Warm thanks our flowing gricfs assuagc:
Death need not aim his hallowing dart,
Already canonized thou art
And patriot pilgrims hail in theo
The living saint of Liberty. ROWENA.