Daily Richmond Whig. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1861-1862, 1862-02-22

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bleed.
Oh twas a raging, rash, and reckless thtong,
Whose lAva-bate was bubbling to the brim
Al sight Of kinsmen's corpses strewn along
Their blood still smoking, and their eyes scarce dim
Each seeming to each cfzr that on kia
Ii called for vengeancsl Anxious woman, too,
Had fastened thitber, in dshevelled trim,
To setk child, spouse, or son, or lover true
Nor sirove TO curb mans wrath who scowrd In demon
hue:
For griei's first tempest o'er, her gentle breast
The softer passions home-dd catch spark
OF Ill unWonted fury, As she pressed
Some mangled friend against Ii, cold and stark
Swift to her feversd fancy, She Of Arc
In martial guise sp Ang up and beckond on:-
She With arm thrice nervd and brow more dark,
But Ah how briei cen now the visions gone
Ga the oy'd clay she iAls al weeping, weak and wan.
Hs came - henceforth the polar. star Of all
His sole ain, freedom, and his trust In God;
His row, to perish with his country's thrsll;
His left hand olivd, ard bis right In blood
Vr,u's that charmed cen fo-s aud deeds that AVID;
Truth in I is heart persuasion on bis topgu.,
When pray r was not; and 'swas his only fraud
Smiles fegping to his shattered host, but vrunF,
With tsariul agory's barb, lone solitudes among.
Half the great burden Of NJ army's heart
He bore upon upos his own, those dreary years;
Ysa-when with him, all felt the load depart, -.
And eheu nnnld rtut 'fne~ sAVeS s.sLiae ssr@s
winch haun, the strife-worn dreamer when be fears
All u not done that might be-for to him
They trusted, did he to pious tears
Now thtir nigh.prisst and now their Cheftain grim
Le.ding in 6ght-or boWing low in forests dim.
But 10 his ofrisst bay az length Is ureath'd:-
Britan's last AIg is trailing at his feet;
She takes hs olive, and his sword IL sheathed:
SelEstript Of power, he seeks bis home. How sweet
The calm eudearmsnts Of that lOv'd retreat
After such tempest-bis high mission done
To found for Freedom an eternal seat,
Whi.her might Aock the wropgd OF every sun:
E.rth had no ct reWard-in heaven his need won.
Yes-him, cen him-the inevitable dart
SpAr'd nst-hs God's-his nsig 'bors-country love
T worse dtlayd: who'd that fearless heart,
That soul which towerd all other seuls above,
Stricken, by age, TO vulgar level, prone,
Lcss than the heart-,he soul--oi WAsHNGros,
High-dsunIe s-gowins or who'd see him move
In bAbe-ike wesknesS-or, in doterd tone,
Shaking gsWgaW now, who shook dsspofs throne
Inyiolate be his tomb O5l scorn to part
His dust from Vernon' ys, who ioady r,ar
A country's tribute--loiiest pile that Art
Fer shapsd from Natures rocks-though II should
peer
Higher than Eigles heavenward, and appear
Ga ParAn shaf! his form n oaEEing gold,
Far shining DER the nation-yet forbsar
To move, with ippioIs hand, his reverencd mould
And least Ct all to hsunts where Nature hath no hold,
Deep 10 the thronging city, md the din
He hated So where factions f-roe contend;
Where contemplation could not hope to win
An hour from tumult, DER his urn to bend
Nor B,rd could glow-Dor Youth and Beauty blend
Ken whispered thoughts. No, grant him still 10 lie
Md those dear shades, where erst be loyd TO wend
His quiet way, when (spared from councils higb)
He nused on heayen-on man-on infant liberty
Born for the human race, the yet bould world
Bemoan'd his lo~ Bat freed Columbia thou
suo,st thy ref breAst-while distant cimes unfurld
Their Grape -aunE banners. VerBos's dust Ia now
The pIlgIim. &c al Of many a long tost prev,
And still will lure dill Time shall have no date;
Navics, that pace, In revsrsnt awe shall bow
Their monarch. standards Pride forge, her stats,
Aud kings shall d. Inslr crowns 70 crownless GHoReE
THE GRrAr,
Who taught 10 rend the fetter, ere il close
Pas, rending-or, long worn, familiar grow
To those Who scorn'd IL once 80 worst Of woes
For bound past hspe, who freedoms charms oin know
Even in fancy, though ihtir life-drops AJw
With very tightDess Lo, how RussiAs slaves
Strike for a toourgitg monocrst,-M tho
Thew lovd no soil save where his standard vaves,-
And shout bis praise whom trempng, uaugsd 70 their
gAves.t
XIV.
How deeply sunk In Slavery's drear abyEm.-
How Ioro OF oil that lifs the soul-are these
Who thu, lovs ch.ins-.hu, doti on ds.potiJnl
How far above them the Wild red man shows,
Spite his dark passions-Ae, whose father chos,
So fearfuly tween bonds and dett1, that none
Have since csssyed one fettsr 70 imposs;
And tho bis race on earth is wel-nigh dore,
The last one will die free, tor crave hsl pier bon.
Give RussiA's ssrfs this ,prit-oh how thrensi
Should topple to the dus', and tyrants quake
To SEQ thar wrcstsd scspIrss and their crowns,
Hurrd msdy, TO a thousand fragments break,
Then turn'd to bsublss for the cbil IIen's sake,
That they, In dallancs OF h ,se feeble things
SO won't 10 bid mighty empire shake,
..re vas Al on much t,lk among vnisns OF de-
no.ns Wa,hn zons the National Monument
rso,sd I, hiI memory In the city bearing his name.
tWntsn daring ,hs progress Of the orinean war, rF
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