Daily evening star. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1852-1854, 1853-12-21


The Turk was dreaming OF the hour
w men treece, her knee III suppiiance bent,
Should tremhle at hiS power:
In dreams, through camp and court, he bore
The trophies OF d conqucrOr;
I'm dreams his song OF triumph heard
Then wore his monarchs signet ring:
Then pressed that mOnarch's lhrone-a king;
AS Wild his Thoughts, and gay OF wing,
As Edon's garden bird. y Marco Bo zcris.
Al midnight, in his office dim,
Sal Latham, dreaming of the time
When all the land, INSPIRED by lam,
Should pour the mighty rhyme:
In dicalns, ne saw his cnuntrymen
Enraptt,red seize Inc tunriuI pen;
In dreams their Songs OF Ere e,lOm" heard,
Then felt himself a glorious thing;
Then pressed hpo!io's throne-a king:
80 wifd Ina thoughts. he cut the wing
oi domestic bird !,
Al morning, eloquent and long
His ''ottrr' met The nations eyes
Large print was clamOrOus for song:
liurra, nv boys, prize
The news passed on the bards awoke
No more conleut 10 cream:
''The prize - upon their senses broke
Like Htna's flame through .Etna's smoke,
They seize the long neglected Tyre,
They hight anew its ancient fire,
They bid Its primal glory beam.
On every hill, in every vale.
Uprose an universal gale
Of ''Liberty or Death ~
"Strlke-till the last of kings be dead:
Suike-fOr the stars above your head
StrIke--tOr the Yankee Land We tread ~
Gods | am ont of breath
They wrote-hke Emmons long, not well IS
They tlied full many a foolscap sheet,
They finished l.i tho IuAuaa tell
Their unieplorcd defeat.
In fancy, all their rhymes | saw
In fancy heard their proud hurra
When the last word WAS done,
Then saw each paper careful osp,
And knew, with thumb upon my nose,
Not yet the pnZe was won
Come TO the contest, Firz Blue come,
Come as giant, when he feels
Ills dinner, well assured he's ''sOm- =;
And when the broken sells
Shall break s0 many hearts, To thee
Five hundred dollars fall in fee
Come in B0zzari-' battle siofm.
Red jackets TuScarOra form,
Or like thyseif, mild, playful, warm.
In love with WI, and dance. and VINE
And thou art cOnqueT0I--thy 1lnnne
Winch every school boy knows L. fame,
Shall fill thr rival host with shame,
And LallIam's prize be thine
Now 10 the country where my songs
Have mounted like rockets light
My genius, more subdued, belongs;
And all her Revolution wrongs
I'll brand, and glority her right.
Come, We who would Oppress your race
Come, who possess al l0uest face
Come to the land of freedom; here
Did iyranis WED their bastard power
but taught ere long 10 crIngc and COVER,
Hence fled thay IN their abircI 1CaI,
TO day our land IL glorons. free.
4 people wonderful are we.
To-day our doors are open wide,
Come all The world. and we'll urnyid,.
Room, peace. and joy, and good things
Here stars and stripes are Stare defence;
Here gold abounds, and common SENSE;
Here changeful F'itz Blue sings
And Latham with the heroes old
OF Bladensburgil's historic time
A mGrtng history-l'm bold
To give thee praise sublime,
Like them thcu lOv'SI s. our citv;'-sO
In dangers hour, Wnud'st CRY, "awayH'
Nor heed whoever answered, :" stay ~
Nor look behind, once turned to 90,
Like them, dOst thou in centre stand
With eyes of love on all the land
But there hast thou superior power;
On thee has fallen II golden shower
And liberal arr thou again,
Scattering far thy precious rain;
Especially art free TO those
VINO pretty poetry compose
Most free when native bard devOtrs
lir Tyre 10 patriotic notes;
Lthu wtie u hot ioi litc, my lftenh,
This poem, (ROw so near lis end,)
To freedoms loss, had not been penned
IT'S done; and in the ag.s DIM
For many centuries. I will dwell
La million minds, and men shall tell
at were not written hut for him ~
And thus at once our Cnnnry's praise,
As well as own, in future days,
Twin stars, shall shine on high
The Song is Freedoms, we are Fame'>;
Two of the few immortal names
That were not born TO die