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To guard his much-lov'd country's weal
Then gleam'd the watchful hero's steel,
On Lutzen's plain, at break of day,
And, Sweden, that brave band was thine.
O Lutzen! thou didst drink full deep
Where has that patriot spirit fled
What dire effect from discord springs,
On whose great deeds she lov'd to dwell;
Her statesmen, sunk with servile fear,
O grasp thy sword, thou hardy Swede!
FOR THE PORT FOLIO.
If the following original lines are worthy of insertion in the Port Folio, they are
The peaceful, solitary grot,
Or, watch around the silent tomb
Oft at this season will I rove
To grass-grown, mossy seat;
Or, to some spreading, lonesome grove
Or, on some wide extended plain
And view the splendid, starry train
That light the realms on high: What awful grandeur strikes the sight!
What grace and order join, 'Midst heaven's immeasurable height!
To speak a Power Divine.
Oft, will I wander to the rock
The fierce tornado's thund'ring shock
And, often near the sandy shore
Will I enraptur'd stray,
To hear the distant surges' roar
Or shipwreck'd mariner to save
And oft attend the house of pain,
To sooth the wretch, embracing death
To cheer the sufferer's latest breath,
Oft I unbar the felon's cell,
And heave for him, the sigh;
Where dark Despair and Anguish dwell,
I love to ease the troubled breast
That feels the wound of sin,
And turn the mind, to seek the blest
Great Comforter within;
And while I thus my hours employ
To light the gloomy mind,
I catch a melancholy joy,
A consolation find;
To me more dear, congenial more
While, Melancholy! scenes like these
Hope shall unbar the gates of peace
And joy, and endless light.
Philadelphia, June 4, 1810.
FOR THE PORT FOLIO.
A MONUMENTAL INSCRIPTION TO PERPETUATE THE RE-
STRANGER! if thou canst shed a tear
Beneath this sod his manes slumber,
Pause then, I pray, whoe'er thou art,
His was a courteous spirit, free
The nicest sense of honour gaged
His strict fidelity and zeal
Were known to all that saw him oft;
His heart each slight repulse could feel,
All too that knew him will allow
How strong he felt the moral tie,