The Arkansas advocate., 1833-09-18

 Like them, have nought offreedorn but the
 world If they are free, ohl welcome be the
 chains And gilded bonds which slavery maintains! Look on them! any chief may rule their
 souls, They rock not who--so that he pay them Or trample them to dust, and heap the Of slavery on their heads--then from their The trampled worms crawl out--and while
 on rolls The car of conquest, they his praise nill
 sing Who crushed, insulted, and degraded And tore their liberty blossom from it's Look on them and take heod-let not our Be like to theirs--God of the inmost hea-
 ven! Itwas thy gentle and benignant grace, By which fair liberty to IS sP as given; Let not division then, our name erase From freedoms scrol-let not our star be riven From heaven, and sunk into the inmost l hell,
 Whore only fettered serfs and bondmen
 dwell thank thee mother city! that thy voice Hath been upraised, and rightly-I be-
 hold The ancient spirit in thy noble choice 'fwixt honor and dishopor--in my cold MonotoGous loneliness to l rejoice In thee and thiBe-magnanim and old! Full nobly thus hast thou redeemed thy
 pledge, And kept thy hands and feet from saeri. And Webster! if poets voice may reach Thine ear, receive it-'tis no fattery-- Stand firmly in thy path, that thoa may 'st
 teach Thy foes, how true, how noble man can be, Full nobly art thou standing in the breaeh- Full truly dost thou sail the perilous sea, unerring, in thy former changeless course, While enyy's dogs about, bay loud and
 hoafse. Keep on thy course, and let the golden
 star, Which glitters in the constitutions front Be all thy guide-Oh when 1t shone afar, As did that wateh tower on the Helles-
 poni, Our fathers worshippedit as 'twere the law Of Gods diylnity-it was the font By which young freedom was baptized,
 and now Be it's defender-guardian--champio
 thou IIdrl down that traitor eataline, who Flinging defiance in the Senate's teeth- lie at whose beck are leaguing now the That long amid their laurelIed crests, to
 wreath The eagle plnmes, torn by their bloody
 hands From out that bird s unconquered wings
 beneath The eye of treaaon-strike him, as thou
 didst That HaYne who raves his idiots amidst. Boston! reverence thee-aad here I fling My offerings at thy feet--thoy are but
 small \ love of poetry, that yet eoiH cling Around the heart--a tear that waits to
 fall-- A broken harp--a solitary string A faulty rhyme or two, and that is all-- Take It! whate 'er of Wo may fall upon My heart, still am proud to be thy son. For aye my heart hath turned to thee, old
 motheri And ] have been again with thee and No city ever will seem homelike. other Than thou, my birth place! am infantine, Whene'er ] turn my din heart there-the That thou hast never ravaged aught of My hopos-my prOspects-as hath been With some, whom shall yet meet face
 10 face, And trample them-if God shall give me
 power. Into the dust--I never totH forget Never feggige,-unless tlio eternal shower Of sorrow, ruin memory--and set The seal to all--the crushing storms which
 lour About my head were waxed into their fret And fire by them--theirs are the hands
 which tore Away my home--my heart to ashes wore. Enough of this-Ayunta! where is be2 We left him safely lodged at the Fremont, Just off of the eterne, abounding sea, And learning gastronomy from it's font And after months of womanless ennui, Thinking each eye as bright as adamant, And cogitating on the strange reverses, Which brought him to the land of stores
 and purses.