American watchman and Delaware advertiser. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1822-1828, 1827-08-21
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Volume VI.

Til sombre autumn slow advancing threw
His cheguered beauty DER the fading woods,
Rpened subsistence for the forest tribes
And warned the songaters to m!ldcr sky
Until the winters Of returning years
Had shed their wilderness DER bis sable locks
And sted the vgor Of his bounding tread;
Till having filled the measure of his days,
He joined his kindred DER the mountains br@w
And gave his ashes to his native soil.
Succeeding seasons hcaven-decrecd return
Contemporaneous Ger the rolling globe,
Ripened the olive in the wales Of Greece
And the wide harvests Of the eastern worts
PurpIed the clusters of the Tuscan grape
And hid his wgwam mid empowering maiZes
Succeeding shepherds in empassioned som,
.1woke the echoes of the Mantuan groves,
While equal harmony nor less inspired
Rose simultaneous in the western woods
Where fur clad lovers vowed eternal truths
Returning ages in their pauseless course,
Successive generations call'd to life,
Sages and heroes to the eastern world,
Hunters and warriors to these forest scenes,
And common destiny in turn restored
Their crumhiing ashes to its kindred earths
Gave richer verdure to Aehaa's valcs
Or prorder forests 10 Columbia's so,
And Cpd common vestibule to all,
Where freely mingle on Elvsum's plains
The social spirits of the mighty dead
Of distant ages since creation was.
Oft as the sun his daily journey she'd
Above these busy scenes OF human toll,
Where Europes chieftains DER her fertile plaina
Assembled nations in opposing host,
And drenched their banners in each others bloo0s
Qlickened his chariot to the western sky.
Pleased with the contrast of the Indians hone.
| Thus DER the scenery Of three thousand gears,
On the last sad eventual day to Troy.
When sPythia's Shepherds by Achilles lei,
Above her ramparts bore the storm OF war,
When godike Hector bowed his naughty plume
And mid the ruin of his country fell.
AS slow retiring from the Phrygan plains
The setting sunbeams babe last adieu
To priam's glory aud the pride of Troy,
And lingering, gIimmered from her gilded tow'rs-e
Then rising calmly DER the eastern hills
He shone benignly on the hunters home,
Nor gave reflection to his cheerful eye
IOf hosts that gttered meath his western rave
Such was the picture of these forest scenes
Ere European footstep had Impressed them.
What is it since or now? the muse lcouid tell
When first Columbia's wild and shaded shores
Received the natives of European soil,
Her swarthy sons the sea-worn wanderers haied
Fen as Manitt0es OF a happier world;
Heavens choicest blessings with the stlangefA
shared
And gave portion of the fertile soil,
Where generations Of their sres repose,l,
Enough for brother white men and for all.
Where wave worn rocks resist the oceans fags
And storm blanched forests front the rising sun,
The Pilgrim fathers of their country sprang
, Tothe wild bosom of their rugged home.
Sfbn mid the wigwams OF the TO- est sons,
The log built cabins of the white man rose,
While blazing forests blacken'd DER the wales
And the hills echoed to the woodman's strokes.
But soon, alas the hapess natives found
That earthborn passions slumber'd e'en beneath
The brighter visage of the stranger race
Where to the south the woodland vista spreals
And Penn's sylvania's waving wales extend,
Where Manay unka joins his rapid flood
With the calm waters of Lenapes vale,
There peaceful pilgrims from Brttanla's Isle,
A band of brothers, found happy home,
bloodless title to the soil obtained
And firm compact with the natives joined.
To be unbroken while the streams should How
Or varying seasons roll their wonted course.
And still unbroken has the bond remained
For though no longer DER thy fertile plains
., The native hunter seeks the timed deer,
And the wild scenery of thy rocky gens
Have ceased to echo with his cheerful song,
Although tile nations of thy forest
Have poured their te's blood on their sf.aed soil,
Or sad remnant of mighty race
Wander amid the forests of the west,
lar from their country and their fathers graves,
Where vast A1ssouri's winding volume Sleans
Beneath the lustre of the setting sun.
Yet other han..S have done the crnel deed
And Miquon's children mourn the Indians DOOM
Rivals in war, in cruelty and crime,
European nations as their swarmiug hives
Rapitly migrate toward the setting sun
Eojled On the natives Of the western woWls
Unnumbercd curses in Overwhelming tide,
Like fire raging DER the Leaf strown soil:
ParcelIe,i their birthplace and their fathers tomb
And oucnched the cleaning Of their sacred Hres,
I)rove them far wandering over stream and wood
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