Phenix gazette. [volume] (Alexandria [D.C.]) 1825-1833, 1829-05-20
SELECTED POETRY.

Of the poetry concerning the success OF tn
Catholic bill, which we have found in the Lon
don newspapers, the subjoined effusiou strike
US as the best specimen, though not absolu!el
the best which the occasion might have in
spired.-Nat. GAG.
The Thirteenth Of .apr!, 1929.
From grateful nations to asserting skies,
While shouts of JOY, and hymns Of concord rise
While worthier bards, and Tyres sweety strung
Catch the glad accents from the Patriots tongne,
In wellesley's honor wresthe the laurelrd verse,
The healing victories of Peace rehearse,
And in the Hero of an hundred plains
Hail the Avenger of his country's chains
Nv unsmbitious Muse must leave awhile
The pomps that glitter. and the crowds that smile,
And from the honor'd living turn, to shed
One tear above the still remembered dead.
10 as speak, shadowy train appears,
The wise and eloquent Of other years;
They, at whose name our feebler spirits bow,
Their ages wonder once-its worship now;
DIT yet unmindlul of their earthly home,
In still and solemn jubilee they come,
Pause TO acknowledge this au picous day,
Own the high call, and swell the bright array.
Stateliest and first of all that gifted throng,
With slow and measured tread, PITT moves along,
Nor yet foregoes the aspect of command
That awed the spirits Of doubling land.
The lofty port, the conscious glance Of sway,
While to the patriot band he poiuts the way,
Accommodate views his own feE.rr,d infant
Waves his proud arm, and mods his pleas'd assent.
See, on his steps rival shade attend,
In an beside foe but here, friend.
The Statesman of a vast, but gentle mind,
Champion of Freedom, Patron of Mankind
Wac claim'd for young America the right
For winch she bent to sue, ambrose to fight
Who chased Extortion from her Indian plain,
Who rv'd the links of afric's tort'ring chain,
Who babe the grooming Universe be free
Speak then, green Erin did he feel for thee
A step more buOyant, more sparkling eye,
Arrest the gaze, and GRArTAS passes by;
Greet him, thou lovely isle for whom he brought
The fervid gesture, the imprisoned thought,
The mind serensy brave, and simply wise,
Rich as thy soil, aud tender as thy skies,
The flow of language and the tide of heart.
That reachd the heights, but scornd the aids of art
Thine vas his midnight care, his morning theme,
His patient labor, and his gorgeous dream;
Thine, in each changing scene Of chequered life,
The calm of solitude, the clash of strife,
Thine, when his meditative step would rove
Thro' his romantic Wicklow's mountain grove,
Thine, when aioft his lion spirit rose
Mid the full conclave of his country's foes,
Tore from detected Fraud the fimsy veil,
And babe Corruption's palsied legion's quail.
Oh that he might. on this bright.omen'd day,
Bask in the promise OF its dswning ray,
And bless the younger hands which now restore
To Ireland all that he once gave before.
And thoa whom still regen'rate nations bless
Whose worth love, whose loss our tears confess
Leave, tAvS'So, leave awhile thy long repose
From stormy greatness, and exalted woes
Thou radiaat, njur'd, indicated shade
Behold, the expstiating rite is paid;
Thy fierce asssiants check their keen career,
Thy ife's last foes hesp incense on thy BIER
Then let me pluck from Trumph's gaudy wreath
One cypress branch for thy cold corse beneath
Oft has thy voice my fancy captive led;
lov'd thee living; adore thee dead
And hail with thrilling pride, and added bliss,
Thy fame asserted by an hour like this
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