Richmond enquirer. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1815-1867, 1834-07-04
POETRY.
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La FAYErrE.
No hire,ins bard. who sycephantic sings
His non stoned follic. TO the cni OF htnss;
No venai musc, whose pro-u,u'ed lays
Have damned tho Tyre IA connfton's praise,
with hoavin, bosom o'ef thy sacred bier,
Now drops tho tiisute of Nations tear.
Rom for the world belonging to no cline,
ACHE wing deeds reach the end of time;
Natioss. not men. thy cbseiuics attend
Aud round tho .ceno in holy silence bend;
In simple grandeur, while dissois'd 10 tears,
Chief mourneI here, cosn'Sa's sc'f srroa'si
Her graceful form srtn,d 10 weeds o. Woe wee, >,
The sol emu kuclt should hush The din OF war,
And hold the catth Ia Ievo'enunawc
While Freedoms eongrcga,cd hammers wavo
A mournful requiem Der the Julien brave.
Tho, in the lap II wealth and splcndor born,
with all ths gifts that human Kind adorR,
Tto' .lsilise pleasure, in seduens co,sc,
Cnveird her beauties to thy youthful eyes,
Exhausting ali her catalogue OF wilcs,
TO lure fair victim 10 her tolls;
Thy manly spirit spurn'd tho sken sua's'
For haik! what sound Of low and d,s,an, wan
Ger oceans foam comes riding on the gale
l, is the daughter pleading to a'suase
Tho nsaaiac futy OF maternal fase;-
'ai. infant Freedom struggling in the pangs
OF mOra eonaie, with opprc.sioo's faos';-
'Tis hiutiux Liberty convul,ive strain,
!. To hurst thradom OF a tyfant's chain.
oyc, whose breasts one spark OF ice,ins hs'a
Deep IN that fame where Freedoms spirit dweit,
Thy generous soul, the stroRs nprcai was Tex
Like to the sun tina, sheds the s'ided shroId,
Move found his slories by tho morning cloud.
Beamng effs gent N his native rays,
As on no hrish,en.,o msrsisn blaze, ..,
With noble soon thou doff d the robes OF birth,
tT'he need $ on OF vilcness "a of woith,)
Cruwn'd with the halo virtue. hand besiewed,
Thy soul in ali its MOI al grandeur glow'd
Fiends, county kindred, all Rcc es behind,
As, launching the pnion, of Tho wind,
And g,it tor conquest in the bloody fray,
The star of Freedom lit thee 90 thy way.
La Fuyeite aud Washington, from distant .nds,
With Freedoms instinct grasp congcniul hands,
And Lbcrty's IcyiviRg bosom beut
With kinalin, rapture as her champions mos
freedoms Duumvfatc can tyrants stand
Before the whitlwind of their Spartan band
Onward they dashd, the he ocs side by side,
Borne tho stream of Fortunes varying tide,
With souls unshahen mid the scene OF blood,
Drawing the feices surge OF Battles tocd
No toisome day night Of ssecp less gloom,
Famine, cold, dead Of foreign tomb,
To Ssiety's bowers could urge thee to depart,
Or shake tho purpose Of Thy constant heart,
'1ifl Vict'Ty's shout rfsst the bloody work
Upon thy tented plains immortal York
Where Freedoms Bird in Triumph Rutor'd e'e.
The cTouchiDg Lion as he ceased his roar.
Easth holds recompense for deeds ike thnci-
The hand rewsrdng needs must be divine;
To thee, Columbia bankrupt ssnIs contest
And prays tho King Of Kings TO do tho tost
And now, thy cherish'd orphans, where are they2
Hare in tho woSld-at home--be where they may
Children Of Frecdom! denizons of Earth,
We recognize spot that gave them hiith;-
And thus Coumbia plays mothers part,
And strains thine orphans To her grateful hcart j. 81