Monmouth weekly herald. [volume] (Freehold, N.J.) 1854-1860, 1858-01-14

Oh! there is moral grandeur ia the soul
Of him who loves his country more than life,
And spurns a hostile tyrant's base control,
And stands unmoved amid the gathering strife
Of hireling bands that seek to tranple down
The rights of man, beneath a despots crown.
The memery of the patriots glorious deeds
Shall stir the souls of Freeman, like a Tyre
Whose loud resounding melody exceeds
Blind Hoser's spirit-stiring harp of fire;
As if some mighty angel swept the strings,
And famed the concave with its ~gIittering wings.
Vain are the threats of base, malignant foes,
To swere the patriot from his heavenward aim;
Though all the hosts of hell, his march oppose,
Dauntless he stands, his purposes the same,
Nor yields till Right and Justice poise the Scales,
And Truth subdues, and Liberty prevails.
So stood the noble, patriotic Hart;
Though tories sought to turn his steps aside
From Honor's path, he mock'd their devilish art,
Aud poured contempt upon their rufian pride,
Resolved for Freedoms cause to live or die.
Though storms and tempests darkened all the sky.
His coward foes, too mean and vile to dare,
An equal contest in the strife Of arms,
Came like wild-beasts from each surrounding lair.
To frighten women, and to plumber farms
To drive poor, helpless children from their homes,
And fire their parents hospitable domesl
And this is bravery, no? detested fends!
How will We meet the awful judgement DAY,
Shen God in judgement to the earth desceads,
Your deeds of death and rapine to repay.
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Which, if ye can escape. lie shall do well
Yet much I fear, aud much have cause to fear.
That, that pure patriots meek and martyr'd wife
Shall rise in judgement, and her God shall hear,
And ye be banished from eternal life;
And as no mercy ye to her have shown,
So Mercy's plea shall never be your own.
Deep anguish wrung the patriots bleeding heart;
His murdered wife his children pale with fear,
And doomed in dreary exile to depart,
Might draw from finty rocks the scalding tear,
While We, like demons, gloried in their woes;
Of Innocence and Heaven, ye thus were foes.
Eternal years shall meier your deeds eface,
Too black and deep their infamy is dyed;
But they, who strove to raise our fallen race
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Shall shine forever as the stars of light,
While foes are bowling in the depths of night.
Much injured Hart thy countrymen will deem,
That thou hast won a martyrs fadeless crown;
Ere thunders ceased to roar and lightnings CLEAN,
Or thy freed country reached her high renown,
Or took her stand among the nations high,
Queen of the West, and of the Eagle Eye.
0, ever honored be the patriots rest,
Where'er his dust shall %umber meath the sod
Shall not angelic wings of legions blest,
There wave beneath tn omniscient eye of God,
Until the sleeper from his bed shall rise,
And swell the peans of the conquering Skies
Meanwhile, the storied marble column raise,
Pure, white and spotless as your patriots mind.
To tell to freeman yet unborn his praise,
And DER It's plinth the deathless laurel bind
For meier from History's Records shall depart
The much loved name and memory of Hart.
LrTcHFIELD, Conn. Jan. 4, 1858.