The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1830-03-11

tSoCh'llhC, buL bDlIIt Wrought
A strange unwonted feeling crept
Through every breast--all memories slept
While passion there u vigil kept
For ono consuming thought
To live a iottored slave,
Or fill freeman grave!
Though many an arm was weaponles.,
The clenched fingers spako full we'll
Tho stern resolve, the fearlessness,
That danger could not qlell
Yet somo, with hasty hand,
The rust ancumbered brand
Had snachod from its peaceful sleep,
And hold it now with grasp thattOld,
A irecmdn's life should DO dearly sold
Twas courage stern and deep!
Proudly, as conquorors como
From a field their arms have won,
With buglo.blnst and beat Of drum,
Tho Briton host camo on;
Their banners unfurlod, and gaily streaming
Their FURNISHED arms in the sun-ligh, gleRm.
ing;
Fearless of peril. Of valor high,
With joyous glee they were idly dreaming
: Ola bIoodloss triumph nigh:
The heavy tread Of ths war-horsc prancing-
The lightning CLEAN Of tho bayonets glanc-
ing
Broke on the ear, and flashed on the oye,
As tho co umned foe in therstrongth edCan.
cling,
Pealed their war notes to the echoing sky
Twas gallant band that marshalled there
With the dragon flag upbornc in air;
For England gathered then her pride,
The bravest ola warror-land;
Names 20 heroic deeds allied,
The strong of heart aud hand.
Thoy came in their panoplied might,
la the pride of their chivarous name;
For music TO them were the sounds of the
fight
On the rod carnage folds was their alter of
fame.
They came as the ocean. wave comes in It's
wrath,
When the storm spirit frowrs on tho deep,
They came as tho mountain wind comes on
It's path,
When the tempest hath reused il from sleep;
They were mot as ihe rock meets the wave
And dashes its fury 90 air;
They were mot as the loo should he met 10y
tho brave,
With hearts for the conflict, but not for
despair!
What power hath stayed that wild career
Not mercy's voce--nor thrill of fear:
'ris the dread recoil Of the booming wave,
Ere it sweeps the bark TO its yawning grave
~ Lho ltulAul NOUI OF INC uTOOulnn btOInl,
Ere tho lightning.bolt hath spcd
Tho shock hath como! and the hto blood warm
Congcals on the broas, OF the doad
Tho strife tho taunt--thc death cry loud
Are pealing through tho sulphurous cloud,
AS hand TO hand each foe engages
While hearts that neer TO monarch bowed,
And beltcd knights, TO the combat crowd;
a fearless throng tho contest wages:
And eve TO oyo, the meek-the proud
Meet darkly meath the battle .shroud;
IT'S the feast Of death whore the conflict m.
ges
Wo! for the land thou tramplcst o'cr,
Death dealing fend of war!
Thy battle.hoots are died in gore,
Red havoc drives thy car;
Wo! for tho dark aud dosolate,
Down crushed beneath thy tread
Thy irown hath been as wi,hering fate,
TO tho mourning, and the dead!
Wo! for the pleasant cottage home,
Tho love.throng at tho door,
Vainly they think his steps will como
Their cherished comes no more:
Wol for tho broken hearted
The loved ono by the hearth;
Wo! for tho bliss departed
Tho Ploiad gone from earth
Twas day of changeful fate,
For the foe of tho bOnnorcd.line;
And the host that come at morn in state,
Were broken throng ere the suns decline;
And many a warriors heart vas cold,
And many soaring hope was crushed
Where the crimson tide of battle rolled,
Aud the avcngng legions rushed.
Wrcaihs for the living conqucror!
And glory's need for the perish'd.
No trophicd stono may their deeds restore,
But tho hero names are cherished;
When the summons flow for the patriot call
They gave no thought 10 tho CORY pail,
But pressed TO The fight as a festival!
They barnd them 10 the sabre stroke,
Nor quailcd au eye when the fury broke;
They fought like men who dared to die
"For freedom" was their batioory--
And loud it rung through tho conflict smoke.
Up with a nations banners They hy
With an cngle.f flight
To the far blue sky
'Tis glorious sight,
AS ,hoy float abroad in the azure light,
And their fame shall never die!
When nations search their brightes, page
For deeds that gild tho oldcn arc.
And shine, the meteor. lights Of story
Britain, with swelling pride shall hear
Of Cressy's field aud old Poctiers,
And dopthloss Agincourt;
shall Gallia poin, with kindlns eve
40 tho days Of her belted chivalry,