Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1841-1853, 1846-12-10
For the State Sentinel.
A MOnOdy on the Death Of
washington.

As the calm sunshine in the shadows play,
From wave upon a stormy day,
Widens and deepens Till il blends its ray;
So in one free asylum still, they are,
", Who IN thy Fortunes smile may claim share
The nations eyes are turning from afar,
Where brightly burning an eternal star
A spark has caught th' Atlantic tide,
Breasts the dark storm, and each red bolt dehed.
Fee as his land, his thoughts without wing,
Mans boides lights that Tines las, bounds command
Thrilled with the touch II the Enchanter's wand,
All burn 10 feel on whom his genius bazed,
When boundless hopes Of freedom had been raised.
long foTs1ken chord he touched again,
Loud DER The land pealed forth requiem then.
And then thy hand unsheathed The couqueiing blade,
Rushing in very weakness, to be made
A rack amid the mighty wreck to be
The corseerated bnlwaik OF the free.
Thy eagles sat enthIoned in that dark hour.
O'er CORY fields Of war, shield of power:
Der sea, and land, they flew on wings Of fame,
In grandeur DER the wide Republic came
Hung DER Thy footsteps, ere chains riven,
And gave thy ann of conquest to high heaven.
Great man in triumph thy prophetic eye
Hailed the last star that watched in Freedoms sky.
Led to fobeaf dominion, all thy own,
O'er the wide earth to what far regions flown,
That race Of bondsmen, progeny OF slaves,
Whose whitening culse has fallen UPON the graves
Of votares, of an unextinguished name.
Nor one Tedeemisg viltue to their shame.
But stained, and cursed those very wrecks he hurled
With god-ke glory then, and shook the WoIlJ.
Hsllowed the SOD where first the peopled earth,
zeal like thine for maliyIdom gave birth.
None but the free can bear the patriots name,
Strike the wild harp TO their eternal fame
or the chained giant hose wild wrath oppressed,
An agOpy burned within his stormy breast,
Then crowned DER moudering sepulchres awskes,
Standing in chainess majesty. and breaks
For those who long had kissed it, the fell rod;
Who bowed their heads before earthly God.
Our fair broad empire, State by State he met,
But the bright links he forged brighter yet
Der all, one deathIess soul will still endure
As the Suns face, imperishably puIe
He lights the torch, and places it on high,
Then shrinks the slave, aud trampled despots die.
Round all our batle-fields its spendor came,
And our Iedeeming votaries fired the fame
That splendid dsy-dTeam passed triumphant on;
From land to land the struggling nations won,
For many an eye in uncongenial skies,
Till tn god-like beathngs of thy split rise
Upon our country's shores, redeeming there,
In fIeedOnn's father, and in gory's heir,
The torch whose newborn fires, had iust began
On the last altar, flung from fallen man.
Deep in the untrodden wild he made its home,
And sent his voice ihro' centuries yet to come
With charmed life the veil Of conflict tent,
Immortal shone, and starting into might,
The morning conquerer yields the gloomy night;
Where Gods own hand impeled his course sublime,
Thrown like zone Of mercy round our cline.
Iadiapdpoiis, Noe 26th. J. G. n.
O<5-It puzzles US to fathom the meaning of some
he passages in the above. Perhaps our reader
nay be more acute.