The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1828-02-14
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enlng. Inc haihe Va its outuoS ID not yot Geh-
orally known but 10 expected to b. revealed
through the agency Of mr. Hale of the Daily
Advertiser, five may be allowed yankee
privilege, we guess this is not the first prize
obtained by the accomplished writer The po-
ON strikes Us as the finished production Of a
scholar, whose name we hope will not, by over
delicate considerations, be so long withheld
from the public as to involve too many brains
in the perls Of conjecture. Bos Bulletin.
PRIZE ADDRESS,
SPOKEN AT the orESIso OF rur SALEM THEA.
TIE, FERRuARY a, iS2S.
To call past ages from the sleep of tine,
To rouse the dwellers Of each voceles cline,
And bid them stand as once OH Earth they
stood,
To shake the guilty and n charm the good
To catch the wonders Of the present hour,
New grace 10 fiction give, to truth new power;
With mrth TO cheer, with gref To melt the
soul,
And hold each passion in sublime control,
For these the Drama rose in ancient days,
And taught her Bards undying strains to raise,
Bade them unfold the treasures of the mind,
And spread new creation 10 mankind.
Twas glorious all THE Muses. blessed the
hour,
And spread their sweetest songs in dome and
bower.
But night al length came down-the night OF
That wrapt Earths brightest realm in starlsss
gloom,
Round wisda,ns haunts tho raven shadow
swept,
Arts lovely daughters veil'd their heads, and
wept
FROM their cold groves the Dramas mlnstrsls
fed,
And darkness brooded DER the Hring dead.
The tunees. ages roll'd, when, o once moro
RcdeeminE Genius sought happier shore;
Like mercy's dove for one green spot he flew;
Nor paused, till Oceans empress caught his
view.
Thon his bold eyes behed the promised rest
And Snakespeares Albion WOO d him to her
breast
Then sang the Bard in greatness and in
grace,
The maichess One tn annoinfed of his race!
At his command once more the Drama rose,
10 shield fair virtue, and TO shame her foes.
Time bow d before h,m-Death resignd his
Kingdoms came back; and monarchs left the
dust
.9I, al his bidding, burst oblivions grave,
To warn, to win, 10 chasteR and 10 save.
Proud was the lyre beneath its masters
hand,
And wrapt the listeners of our father land;
Soon fro II the Old the New World caught the
strain,
A. a h,,l a ,t,
reign,
From spot to spot the inspiration few,
And reared at last thus vautless Dome for
You
For you. We glad.eyed throngs, who cluster
round
Where new home the Draua's sons have
found,
For you.-for you and yours our fame is dres,
sed
By You aud yours, o may our rites be blessed
Pure be the verse that fingers IN each tongue
Meet for the wise, the beauteous, and the
young;
S. parent love shall smile upon the place,
Aud gather hero the fond ones OF his race.
So all in pleasure Tapped, or lost in woe,
Snall gaze uniearful, and untainted go
Come then 10 us and ~ yourselves be just,
And Did the stage fulfil its glorious trust.
To this fair Temple. rs your feet We tnrn,
LEI no stran 20 fire t. shame it's altar burn;
On you the chcrnb voice Of goodness calls.
Rise up her champions, and protect these
walls
So shall their echoes wake and warm each
heart,
Subduo all in. and all thnts good impart,
So shall thev stand, to holy virtue dear,
Above all haired, and ab We ell fear.
.sAN--
The following FarersU, which we copy
from the New York American ot Friday even
ing, unites the inspiration Of poetry with the
deep feeling and wandering genius IF a mel
ancholy mind There are reasons for beev
ing that twas transmitted some ten days since
BY Mr. Conway The signature has attract
cd attention, but whether the author was the
gifted and unfortunate tragsdan, is Of course
mere matter of conjecture -.
FAREWELL.
A wanderer. doom d u dwell ..
On foreign shores a solitary man,
To home $ iov'd scenes Iomen.ng thss began
The parting, sad farewell.
leave nv happy nome,
The streams and meadows have lov'd 50 long
And the fair city, with i.sjoyous ihrong,
Der tho rude waves % roam.
Farewell thou valued one,
Thou guide and friend of my departed years,
Thou mother ofmy youth why gush thy tears
In blessing Of thy son
Farewell oh, never more