The weekly Minnesotian. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1852-1858, 1852-10-09


d was published in the National Inteliigencer At
le ana republished In this and other Journals. We
duce Il now a. being exceedingly appropriate to
aston, though written without an Idea Of Its app
D to political objec .-Nepdrk Adu.l
Hero Of many battle fields,
New-wreathed with laurels from afar,
Whose arm the sword and olive wields,
As champion both Of peace and war!
Thou art Q naughty nations pride
To thee her truest hearts belong,
And o'er tho slaves that do thee rOng-
Who have thy noble soul decried,
In hOnof's strength thou towerest strong
When freedoms eagle from her crag,
Was startled by the din Of arms,
And to Britannica linn nag
The war-whOOp Joined Its wild alarms,
Though then no veteran In wars,
Thy stately form arose like Mars,
And at the valor Of thy brow,
Covered the willy Indians bow;
While Britain In the might Of mind,
More than her moDarcfps glory saw,
When waved our banner to the wind
Above the plains Of Chippewal
Thy name Is craven on the rocks
That brave Niagara's thunder shocks;
Thy louder fame Is evermore
Associate Of the torrents roar
Grand and resistless as the flood
By which thy gallant army stood,
The guiding star
That led the war
Was their true chieftain's might!
But tho Achilles on the field,
In council thou our Nestor art,
And for thy deeds Of peace We yield
Not plaudits only, but the heart;
For these have wars the nation saved
Her name more lasting honor done,
Than all the battles thou hast braved,
Thar all .-s.
Beyond the AississippT's Hood
Thy name a household word shall be,
Joined with the noble and the good
While lives grateful Cherokee.
The lion Of the forest grows
But hercer when pursued BY foes,
And, wounded, turns in savage wrath,
To stain the bold pursuer's path:
Yet kindly eyes and voices mild,
The royal beast Of prey can tame,
So that tine timid. gentle child
May guide II by fondling name.
Thus when the cruel mandate went
To gu ,nch the wigwanps peaceful fires
When q bold savage race was sent
From homes and askes Of It's sires!
The Indian felt his noble blood
Curdle with wrath, as firm he stood,
Resolved for fight to string the bow,
And turned upon his pale-facsd foe;
When, listening for the tyrant's tread,
Behold o silvery voice instead
Fell on his ear like music's dream,
Or like his own wild forest stream!
His weapons fall-his eye Is wet
The taismanic touch Of love
Hath made him all his threats forget
Hath changed the lion to the dove!
Aye, Nature TO her chieftain gave
True valor In u feeling heart
That could a race subdue to sdpe
Aud act the CHRISTIAN Conqueror's part.
But bark the booming gun calls back
Thine arm again the sword to WELD;
Wars comet shows Its lurid track,
And armies throng the tented field.
TITS highland on San Juaif's walls
Red lightnings burst with dismal glare
Thru darkness whiz eath-freighted balls,
And streams Of fire Hume the air
'fis morn q thick ascending cloud
A conquered city doth enshroud;
The bulwark, long nations strength,
Yields up Its battlements at length,
And he-the soul OF freedoms wars
Plants there our glorious stripes and stars!
Without the great Ulysses mind,
Whose skill the willy plot designed
tn Achaian hosts, tho trained In wars,
Tho countless as the watching stars,
Might long IN vain have conquests hoped,
The gates Of Troy had never oped.
And but for that sclf-moving skill
Which to tho need the plan creates,
Against US might be fastened stin
The Imperial city gates.
Hero Of Mexico! to thee
All gates, all fortresses give way,
And in triumphant pageantry,
Through an Numerous conquered foe,
Proud In their chief, thine armies 60
Hail to the glorious day!
But sweeter sounds await thine car
Than from victorious bugles come,
Bearing familiar words, and dear
To the worn warrior, Peace and Home!
Great warrior! tho epic Tyre
May, kindlng with Homerc Are,
Thy bold achievements, first and late,
In mighty song perpetuate;
Thou hast the germ Of deathless fame
Secure In that unsullied name
Which shall descend from age to age,
Adjoining every history's page.
Even now on truths sublimest height
Thou standest firm in conscious right,
And still like some old oak, will stand
Where storms thy dauntless soul can brave,
Nor ask from hckle Fortunes hand
The prOudest boon she ever gave.
Yet honored Hero from afar
see thy glory like a star
Rising with pure and steadfast glow,
Upon q tranquil nations brow;
There may 1t rest-not that to thee
The place would added lustre give:
But, that our country blest may be
IN HoNoR's TRUE EXECUTIVE.