Phenix gazette. [volume] (Alexandria [D.C.]) 1825-1833, 1830-10-20
XIX.

Alas for them-tier day is DER.
Their fires are out from hill and shore;
No more for them the wild deer bounds,
The plough is on their hunting grounds;
The pale mans axe rings through their woods,
The pale man sail Skins DER their floods,
Their pleasant springs are dry;
Their children look--hy power oppressed,
Beyond the mountains OF the West,
Their children go-to die.
The following stanzas are extremely beautiful:
XXI.
Peace to the ming!ing dead.
Beneath the turf we tread
Chief, Pilgrim, Patriot sleep
Al! gone! how changed. and yet the same,
As when faiths herald bark first came
In sorrow DER the deep
Still from his MONDAY height,
The sun looks down in light;
Along the trackless realms of space,
The stars still run their midnight race;
The same green valleys smile, the same rough
shore
Still echoes to the same wild oceans roar
But where the bristling nght-wolf sprang
Upon bis startled prey,
Where the fierce Indians war-cry rang,
Through many d bloody fray,
And where the stern old Pilgrim prayed
In solitude and gloon,
Where the bold patriot drew his blade,
And dared patriot doom
Behold. in liberty's unclou:igd blaze,
We lift orr heads, race oil other days.
XXIII
All gone. the wild beasts lair is trodden out;
Proud temples stand in beauty there;
Our children raise their merry shout,
Where once the death-whoop vexed the air,
The Pilgrm--seek Won ancient place Of graves,
Beneath that chapel's holy shade;
Ask. where the breeze the long grass waves,
Who, who within that spot are laid:
The Patrot-go, to fame's proud mount repair,
The tardy pile. slow rising there,
With tongueIess eloguence shall tell,
U! them who for their country fell.
All gone. It's ours, the goodly land
Look round-the heritage behold:
Go torth--upon The mountains stand,
Then. if We can, be cold
See living wales by living waters blessed,
Their wealth see earth's dark caverns yield,
See ocean roll. IN glory dressed.
For all a treasure. and round all shield;
Hank to the shouts of praise,
Rejoicing millions raise.
Gaze on the spires that rise,
10 point them to the skies,
Unfearing and uGfeared;
Then, if We can, O then forget,
To whom We owe the sacred debt
The Pilgrim race revered.
The men who set faiths burning lights
Upon these everlasting heights,
To guide their children through the wears of time;
The men that glorious law who taught,
Unshrinking liberty of thought,
And reused the nations with the truth sublime.
Forget? no, never-ne'er shall die,
Those names to memory dear;
read the promise in each eve
That beams upon me here.
Descendants OF a twice-recorded race,
Long may We here your lofty lineage grace;
lis not for you homes tender tie
10 rend. and brave the waste of waves;
is NOT for you to rouse and die,
Or yield and live line of slaves;
HE deeds OF danger and OF death are done,
Upheld by inward power alone,
Unhonorcd by the worlds loud tongue,
lis yours to do unknown,
And then to die unsung.
10 other days. to other men belong
ne penmans plaudit aud the poets songt
Enough for glory has been wrought.
BY you be humber praises sought;
In peace and truth LIES journey run,
And keep unsu!ied what your Fathers won.
The concluding lines read thus:-
Then let the song to Him begun,
To Him in reverence end;
Look down in love, Eternal one,
And Thy good cause defend;
Here, late and long, put forth Thy hand,
10 guard and guide the Pilgrims Stand.
.1s-ze1-Sa-s-.sa- d
In Hartford, (Maine) on Tuesday week. VII. ,
IAN. son of Mr.. William Ripley. about live |.
ears of age, was killed by a stick from 4 fence :
bling down upon him. Altheus, a younger b.o. a,
ler) being with him, ran in sayinga rail had fall t,
n on William, and he could not get it off An !,
der person ran out to see, aud lifted it ufr-but
bad breaihed his last. Mrs. Ripley was ab- n
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