The daily national Whig. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1847-1849, 1849-02-19

For the National Wing
On NE adrent n he President elect General zaehafy
Taylor
nv HEsJAMIs SULLIVAN BALcH.
Sound aloud the deep tlmbrel the hero draws near,
Whom each patriot awaits with emotions Of loyoi
Porthe sound Of his step wakes that Goddess ear,
Who enstampd him own, from her palace above;
The Goddess Of Freedom your ensigns fling out,
For the nation shall Join In the raPturous shout.
Oh blow the loud trumpet, the hero is coming
Who gories In Peace not In weapons Of war
Hear you not the gay notes Of glad industry hum,
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See you not the bright omens Of order and law
Your swords into ploughshares he'd have You TO
beat
While your furnaces glow with promethian heat.
Bid the bugle awaken it's loftiest notes,
And the deep throated cannon It's thunderings tell,
For the Hero approaches borne on by glad shouts,
Over whom the pure mantle Of Washington fell.
As he merg'd from the battle, how every heart
burned,
For our spears into pruning hooks he would have
turned.
when the laurel earn sghet. place shall be given,
Where the thousands assembled, In silence await,
While to him Is committed the National fate,
From her portals above shall fair Liberty stand
And approve by her smile the award Of the land.
Der the Capitops dome her proud eagle shall hover
And faunt from her beak those broad stripes and
bright stars
Which trlumphantly way'd so gorgeously over
The Hero who bore them through brunt Of the wars
And the fowcrefs that droop over Washington's
tomb
Shall revive into freshness and burst Into bloom.
Now the angeloi peace her broad ags shall spread,
The olive shall blossom, the sun-dove descend,
While glory shall circle her wreath DER the head
OF the veteran Hero and patriots friend.
From the warm hearts Of millions, sweet incense
shall rise,
And peans of gratitude sound 10 The skies.
Should war cloud portend the outbreak ola storm,
Or gloom DER your liberties loved, be oerspread,
The charm Of hi n.encs and sight Of his form
Would dispel thou fear, and would scatter each
dread;
Every sword from IT, seabbard would instantly leap,
Every murmur Of doubt would be hush'd into sleep.
Breaches there one In whose heart on American
soil
A doubt can arise of the truth Of our rhyme;
With the crayan and base bid him minge and toll,
Every true on Of Freedom shall veil at his shame,
The Owl and the Bat his dark requiem may sing,
But not the bold eagle Of venturous wing.
Should his shadow Ger greet Rio Bravo's calm
waves
They would lash with wild anger her indolent banks
And howl with harsh echo death song TO knayes
or spectral appearance and skeleton ranks
Buena vis;a's rough crags would upheaye from
their base
AT the tread of his foot or the glare of his face.
We veterans hoar who once blcd by the side
or the chief on whose arm, your loved country first
rested &a
Who through perls and slorm-clouds, your vaOul
did guide
When gainst myrmiden hosts our rights. he con-
tested
And whose spirit now looks from its home in the
To the ark whchhe purchased with blood groans and
signs:
Shutting out from your view Freedoms trophies SC
bright
And your souls shall look upward and view the
repose s
Which Heaven holds pictured in colors Of light
Then DER your glad spirits magical spell
Shall burst with the token that oil things are we'll
For the Hero is coming and hope shall revive,
Our flag still wave proudly, our glory increase:
The Union well strengthened our charter shall live
And the nation be blest with the kind arts Of peace
Throw out your broad pennons the Hero Is nigh
Bid them kiss the bland zephyrs and Haunt to the sky
Alluslonio the Of the Inaugural ton Of General
TAYLOR,