New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1845-01-01
CANARY 1st, 1915.

By this eternal truth inspired,
BY this eternal mandate fired
Our Statesman of The West arose,
The banner of Protection spread,
Inviting 10 its rampartS those
Who earn by toll their daily bread
The freedom-loving artisan,
Columbia's high-souled nobleman.
One ofno downward level-high,
And knowing not beneath the sky,
His own superiur-such he told
Beside that creed TO stand,
And vindicate with spirit bold
The glory of his land.
But evil men and councils wrong
Became in treacherous hour the strong
And thus we saw alike descend
The cause Of Freedom and her Friend.
But shall we, spiri,-broken fly,
And leave field by justice ou1s;
Shall we to native land deny
Another hour OF strength TO try,
While vet unwased are our powers
True! we have lost our battle now,
But does less vigor nerve our heart
Sits Hope less brightly on our brow
Does Truth less energy impaIt
No! for awhile the land will mourn,
But some proud morn will yet arse
When, pouring gladnesS tho the skies,
Indignant Reason will return,
Reclaim her Empire and restore
Her glories radiant as before
And wherefore not with Hope before US,
Sustained by strong intelligence,
And Virtue that so often bore us
Thro' scenes of agony intense?
Have we not such land as meier
Since this fair world was called TO bIth,
Challenged such contrast OF career
In pride of soul and wealth OF earth,
And-stil more stirring, glorious, grand
II is our own--our native land!
Survey the Kingdoms Of the world,
Where Freedom nc'er her flag unturled,
But the vile satrap Of some crown
From its high place would pull itdown;
Proclaiming ii, in mad excess,
As Liberlv's RIGHTEOUSNESS.
Mark the righteousness of spell
The artifce which Britain throws,
Around her people-those who dwell
In halls Of splendor and repoSe,
AS well as who, in pallid want,
In roolless homes existence curse,
And, crushed beneath starvation gaunt
Believe no Future can be worse
Round all, conditioned not by grade,
"A trdnqulI1ZlnS SOrcery:
With alllhe romance OF parade,
She filings and ca Is them Brtain's free.
But saving truths will yet arise,
And men will pause TO see,
And, filled with fcrvor, recognize
A being said to be,
And only known to heart, not eyes,
So bright and fair was she:
Freedom much loved but little known,
hor
But Truth, whose smiles are absent thus
To them, is present here 10 us,
The very spirit of our cause
The life and genius of Our laws.
In France by what slender thread
Louis alive or Louis dead
Hangs the eventiul destiny
Of millions throbbing to be free!
Shade OF departed Lafayette
How little didst thou contemplate
That Royalty would thus forget
Its compact and It's former fate
Not thus thy will was understood,
Not thus that mighty Peoples good,
Like prophecy, inspired thy mind;
Nor thus the sceptre was assigned
To ages Of Utopian chance;
But 10 the Mind OF chastened France
But let us pause from searching in
The lands whose history is the same
Sad stream where tears forever run,
And RIGHT is but desperate game.
We need no further search 10 learn,
When we can, even thus, discern
Enough OF suffering and crime,
Tomake us thankful in our lot;
And feel our destiny sublime
Is tho dshonored-not forgot
But, like some planet overcast
With transient clouds is worshipped still,
Striving amid the azure vast
A destined mission to fulfil
Ills ours to raise from lower life,
Which scarce hath preference OF DEAN,
Whose every moment is strife
With slavery and despair for breath
To lift from levels base the million,
And show how free-born men can stand,
Untaxed by palace and pavilion
Monarchs upon their native land;
iris ours to show how, far and wide,
Nature displays on every side
For labour her exhaustless wealth,
Peace, independence, JOY and health;
Attractive in her every feature
TO win 10 bliss the human creature:
'ris ours TO advocate and aid
All who ambitious 10 be free,
To give Them knowledge, that, arrayea
In its triumphant panoply,