The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1844-11-30
[POETRY.]
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ed the prophecy with which they close
But "oilice could not add a cubit TO b
statue" His fame will rise before pc.
Gritty next to that Of Washington; secon
n the estimation Of his country only /
he man who never has been equalled.
WAN. for the glorious Pleiad fled
Wall for the meier returning star
Whose mighty music ever led
The spheres in their high home af,r
Bling burial weeds: and sable plume?
What-lil the funeral song Of wo
Such as should, Der the loved ones tomb,
In Sorrows tendcrost accent flow?
Ali! Freedoms kindling minstrel, mol
Strike strike with triumphant hand
Thy harp, ard at lis swelling roll
Speak, through the borders ofour land,
The might-ihc beauty of that soul
Whose Genius is our guardian light
Through sunny ray Of darkling night
A worshpped Pharos in the sea,
Lifting on high its fearless form
To guide the vessel of the Free
Safe trough the fury Ethc storm.
PHirE or THE VEST whose clarion-tone
Thrilled grandly through her forest LONE
And walked TO bounding life the shore
Where darkness only rat before
How lions bent heiore thy shrine,
Bcholding there light divine
Caught On the golden chain of love,
From lis majestic source above.
SrARo OUR HorE! when Battles call
Had wovo the soldiers CORY pail
When blazing 0 er the trouble seas,
Death came tumutuous on the breeze,
And men boheld Colnmbias frame
Scorched by the lurid levin flame
Thou! thou didSt pour the patriot strain,'
And thrilled with it each bleeding VEIN
Until the star-lt banners strelmed
Like tempest fires around the foe,
Whose crimson cross no longer CLEANED
In triumph where it first had beancd--
But sunk beneath our gallant blow.
SrS OF THE FREE. where Summer smiles
Eternal DER the clustered isles
Wher, Greece unsheathed her olden blade
For Glory in the haunted shade
Where Crinhorazo stands sublime,
A land mark by the sea of Timct--
Thy name shall, as blessing given
Pur Man, OIL never to depart,
Peal from our gaddened Earth to Heaven
The warm, wild music ofthe heart.
PRIDE OF THE JUST! what though dark Hate
Her prenzied storm around the rolls
Has it not ever been the fate
OfalI this Elrlh's truth speaking souls
LiEhtnings may play upon the rock
Whose stAr-ksscd forehead woos tho gale
While they escape the thunder shock
Who dwell within the lonely vale
Living unnoted,-not so thou,
Chief oflhc fearless soul and brow!
Yes let the Lightning and the storm
Reat on thy long devoted form!
The silvery day be'm bursts! and 10!
Around thee curlS the PIonise-Buw
Lock- on yon height Columbia stands
Immortal laurels in her hands
And bark her voice" Rise! Frsemen, Rise
Unloose the chain from cv'ry breast,
See! see the splendor in yon SKIES,
Flashed from the bosom Of the WEs1!"
Reused at the sound; 10! millions leap
Like giants from inglorious sleep!
What clies are here? W hat sounds prevail
Whose name is thund!ng on the galc3
(Far in the mountains of the North
Far in the sunny South away
A winged ustre bounding forth
The deathleJs name of HENRI CLAY
'AlIudrng TO his efforts as Republican lead
n Congress during the late War.
WHO can forget Henry Cly's burning elc
Inence in advocacy Of Grecan and South Anne