The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1876-02-25

COLONIAL PoETRY.-The folio wing lines
were written for the occasion OF the, Colonial
Court ball, and were to have been declaimed
by the master OF ceremonies after he had
made his address to Lord Botetourt, but
came to hand too late. They were intended
to represent the sentiments OF loyal Viz.
ginian of 176S: ...
And now to you, fair danes. that come arrayed
In sheen Of satin, rigid with brocade,
with faces lovelier than the flowers you wear,
With eyes that sparkle uncer powdered naI
or the blue. blood that reddens In your blush.
TO you the lords and gentlemen that stand
PROPS of the crown and bulwark OF the land;
YOU that have taught e'en sayages to bless
The rule benign that tsmes their saVageness:
You that IN strife with beasts and 6arbarous foes
Have made the desert blossom as the rose;
You that have forced the naughty heroes Of France
Back fn Wild rout before your slow advance;
You that your faith to King and Church have kept,
While fierce rebellion een o'er England swept;
YOU. that have planted under distant skies
This fruitful shoot Of English liberties,
And reared, with loyal heart and valiant hand,
a Virgin England In savage land,
On each and all your mother Isle bestows
The love that from maternal rapture flows.
She sees In You such virtues and renown ...t
AS add new lustre TO your soyeIelgns crown;
She sees from you goodiy nation fprlhg, .4 e..
English sc heart, and true 10 God and King
A naiion that shall show 10 coming time 9Liis
How love defes all change OF scene or cnne' -
And as It's greatness grows from age to age.
Though fools NAV scott and angry traitors rage,
will deem their fathers fame their fatrest neriaee'
Hold fast that chain Of love that o'er the sea r..
Kinds your hearts firm 70 Englands royalty.
The Willows on your river-bsnks are last
TO strip their leaves of to Decenbers Diast;
When spring draws nigh your WILLOWS are tne nrs''
Cheered by the sun, In leafy green TO burst.
if then the rose he sign OF Englano's grace,
The thistle badge OF Scotlands haroy race
The shamrock emblem of the lovely Isle
That lies all green begirt By oceans smlle1
oh then, YIeinians, let your wlLoW-tree-
II rrfrar hatf ey
Be symbol of your long-iyed loyalty! .
Her serpent coils against the klug you love,
Be YOU The last to join the guilty ring
or Common wealths that War upon their King:
And when those days Of guilt and shame are Ger
When folly blinds and faction cheats no more
Be first Of all the lands that Britons own
To swear q fresh allegiance 10 the throne.
see far of the mark OF battle rise,
See Cavalier and Ropnahead sworn allies,
See your Virginia, In the heat OF strife,
Rise up TO strike her-at Fngand's life.
I see your rebel sohs, by Heavens decree
Doomed to success and damned TO liberty,
Buy with their blood their childrens misery.
see your trusted allies, blind with hate,
War on the giories OF Your ancient State.
see Yiry iufa dragged In chains to grace
The rutf1sn. triumph Of q mongrel race.
OIL when those days are come, as come they wiilI
Draw closer TO ihe land that loves you still,
Crowd TO his lordship's court, and feel once more
That love your English fathers Ielt OF yore!
Loyal TO King, English by blood and right.
i These lines are published at the request OF
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