The daily union. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1845-1857, 1850-12-15

The following lines from the pen OF lady in this cy
have been placed in our hands for publication W,
cheerfully give them ROOM The thoughts are Of da
feren character from those that have generally formed
the staple OF these productions, and will speak for them
selves without any commentator from us. We CANNOT
refrain from expressing concurrence in the patriots
wish of fair authoress, that Miss Lind should saI
at least one patriotic cong We would not venture n
suggest which it ought to be that we can safely leav
to her own choice Next to religion no theme deserv,
the locst strains of music than that Of patriotism
The Marseilles Hymn and Hail Columbia have maa
whole nations start, exulting, to their feet We bs
recall TO the attention Of Miss Lind the singular aneco
told Of Madame Catani, who, upon visiting the Biis
admiraPs ship certain occasion, struck in her hih
lyric strain. the national air Of "RuIe Britannia wha
on sudden, as il seized by SPELL every sailor In III
barge dropped his oar, and listened as il
Tapped in Elysum."
And yet not one of these rude sailors knew that il va
this grea, enchantress Of song Such is the pows 4
music addressed to the patriotic feeling of men.
To Jenny Lind.
GREETING ARRIVAL IN WASHINGTON
No conqueror's banner floats thy head,
No chaplet Of science encrcles thy BROW
Nor ancestral glory reflects from the dead tt. L
On the name Of thy race, only hailowed by thou II
From Sweden thou contest, the land Of the brave, II
Once uodden by heroes and patriots true
Their spirits inspire not the heart Of the slave, NJ
Who unmoved hears the hymns OF the fee sung BY you
II music has power as the world viii allow
To attract by Its strains all above and below,
Let Cecilia and orpheus revisit Us -
Wen present them rival their times could show.
Yield lues, Tyres, Apolos, to Natures own song;
Your empire is ended-your notes dull and cold;
The gushes Of melody thou prolons,
TIL they sober the young, and breathe fire old.
Our Nation, Metropolis welcomes thee here;
The States conscrips Fathers shall with applause
Great Wsshingtons name, which mankind do revere, n
Should rouse up thy genius in Lbertys
To the freemen, the patriots, the martyrs ofcarlh,
Give thy noblcs thy wamest, and Of tones;
For here, where the safeguards Of have their birth
That strain should be sacred the vrAnt disowns.
The songs OF our fathen, oh sing to their sons
Which impeled them, with freedom and union combined
To rush TO the standard-so shoulder their guns,
With hand grasping hand, and with heart Strings eniwn
One country, cause, starry Gag shone,
To nerve each strong arm, and TO gfeam In each eye;
Danger found them united, tits safety alone IA
Has shsrter'd the column they raised up high. N
Thou com'st like vision OF sIsdness and Joy,
To tighten burdens and tears,
To minister pleasure, unmixed with alloy,
And steal on our sense like the voice Of the spheres
No Queen in her robes ever drew such throng IL
Or hailed by her subjects with profound;
No sovereign shall rule us but the Goddess ofsong,
~ And 20 thee are our service and loyalty bound
For myself, how much brighter and nobler Thy deeds
Than music song, or fame could inspirei III
Thy virtue, Thy kindness, where misery needs, III
Thy benevolence, dictate Thy souls great desire.
Long hfe, happy days, be Thy LOT, Jenny Lind! N
How wen hast thou MI prayers our lovel n
Many hearts, ren Of sorrow, shall inser behind,
To beat fot thee warmly, dill summoned above,
WAsmxsros, Dec. IA, 1850. n