The Daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1845-1850, 1849-07-12
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descendant Of the first English settler on uStyo,
Not 10 the ruins of imperial Rome
Ter sruptured marbles, and her lolty dome
~ aco' 10 ,he Grecan shore, we turn this day.
20 mark the pomp of ages passed away
lhose ancient splendors of the eastern cline
rave ielt the hand of all DESTROYING Time
ne laurel wreath, that graced the yctor;s brow.
IS trampied IN the dust of ages now,
Ano dun the fading lights of memory burn,
ABOVE the hero's tomb the poets urn.
Oursisa heritage of greener prime.
A land the tyrant's foot has never hod:
where man, unshackled from the dawn OF time
has bowed the suppant knee to none but God
OGr annals IN no mystery shrouded;
NO dun tradition of long years gone bv
vim wild romance our hist ~ has clouded
Nor Veiied IN doubtful mist our morning skv
But one whose careful pen has traced pape
Il Oh in the records OF historic lore,
Stlll stands the Mentor of the living ape
,,e sun pears the name his fathers ia hers bore*
4hanks 10 the faithful annalst, whose hand
% well mas frightened memory's golden chain
ana Drought the early DWELL RS in our land
DacS 10 our hre sides, aid our homes again.
When first our fathers trod the hills OF old
Inc lores; IN primeval freshness stood,
as "nen me morning stars their anthem rolled
La G" Sv Tue Sres.or's word pronounce good,
~ NC sordld love Of gold, or thirst for fame
10 pant nome oil peace on Freedoms soil
A"es win strong arm, and stronger purpose came
Nor OF, vain their to-amid the forest shade.
WIZ nc e0'tage rose, and forms of beauty smiled
"here Oraskaso'st dusky daughters strayed
AND the dark hunter roamed the pathless ~ la.
ana where upon the hills in other DAYS
, hey kne IN houseess worship on the sod
Iheir children now the choral anthem raise
ana rear their temples 10 their fathers God
o, with what rapture would our sires have seen
ouch glorious prospects their sons behold
Ahese sunny slopes. these wales Of emerald green
Inc waving harvest in ITS summer gold
ne T, oranges SIKH and industry have wrought,
u hese graceful mansions, and these shady howprs
"here the directing hand of Taste has taught
Inc mowers OF distant climes to bloom in ouls
Could they have known when crowned Onnres.;or
IT., On hislory's page TO write the rebeps name
Ant IT SONS IN many proud ancestral grove,
from age to age should spread the patyiot,s f,ms
now mad II aerved that brave heroic band
VINO broke the chains tyrant dared 10 oroe
anu T IN the blood stained dust of freedoms land
AramPed The Lion Banner of Saint George
Yet not to Irvine the victor's wreath. we turn
D.. Aslce from HES dull weary pathway now,
out where Remembrance pours her sps rk linz ur,
10 calm the heart, and cool the feyered brow
our iather's n Jbler virtues 10 repeat
On ti'ik, wen we shall end our earthly cares
Our children here, in after days shall meet
40 piess our memory, do theirs
For every heart there is some cherished .not
some scenes that time and distance never blot
We ioVe the mansions where our kindr,ds dwell
we iove me affairs where our fathers knelt
W" 1 rove the classic halls, the tranquil shade
Where IN the studous hours of youth we strovd
anu though we mngle in the busystriCe
- ne cares and tiias OF maturer life
Ahose friends are loved, revered, remembt red stl
VINO ruled our passions aud controlled our will
ana opened 10 the minds inquiring eve,
FOUNTAINS of thought, that time cal, never drv.
"nen we, who now from many distant home
rom l shs Hills issf ST SqE iRRsaA M
Once more on earth, 10 clasp the Kindred hand.
AGAIN look back, through Times far winding aisle
~ For those we loved in youth, or childhood here,
though many cheek may brighten with smile,
Yet many an eye will sadden with a tear.
FOR some may here recall their happiest hours,
IL may be here. their earliest tears were shed
hey, Tor the bridal, may have gathered flowers
~, VT reared the willow for the kindred dead
we may have wandered widely since the day.
we pondered here DER ancient bard and sage
ana treasured classic lore, from tVirgs Lay,
From Tully's voice, and Livys pictured page.n
Though we have twined the eyerereens that wave
Their foliage where The pilgrim fathers rest,
And Plucked the laurel from the chieGain,s grave
Far in the lonely forest 0 the West
Though we have wandered m the citron bowers
Where the magnolia in graceful pride
ne heart still turns TO this green land of ours
ne spot where our forelathers lived and died.
'mes Draper Esq, of Spencer nherls the NAME which