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Thou nurse of great design, of lofty thought,
What homicide, had thy insensate rage Effaced the sacred lesson thou hadst taught, And with thy purest blood inscribed on Glory's
page! Ah, rather baste to Concord's holy shrine,
Ye rival nations—haste with joy elate; Your blending garlands round her altar twine,
And bind the wounds of no immortal hate :. Go, breathe responsive rituals o'er the sod
Where Freedom's martyrs press an early grave; Go, vow that never shall their turf be trod
By the polluting step of tyrant or of slave! And from your shores the abject Vices chase
That low Ambition generous souls disdain, Corruption blasting every moral grace,
Servility that kneels to bless his chain! Oh Liberty, those demons far remove :
Come, nymph, severely good, sublimely great; Nor to the enraptured hope of mortals prove Like those illusive dreams that pass the ivory
gate! New age, that rollest o'er man thy dawning year,
Ah, sure all happy omens hail thy birth; Sure whiter annals in thy train appear,
And purer glory cheers the gladden'd Earth. Like the young eagle, when his steadfast glance
Meets the full sunbeam in his upward flight, So thou shalt with majestic step advance, And fix thy dauntless eye on Liberty and Light!
H. M. WILLIAMS.
Is there, or do the schoolmen dream,
The delegate of Heaven?
By special grace is given ?
A throne his hallow'd shrine?
Strange proofs of power divine !
Can form a sovereign's claim; Hail, monarchs ! ye whom Heaven ordains, Our toils unshared, to share our gains,
Ye idiots, blind and lame!
So reason must conclude :
Thrice sacred multitude !
In thee, vast ALL! are these contain'd,
So Nature's systems roll:
Great monarch! mighty whole !
A hosts or senate's voice!
And gave the species choice.
The trembling slave may bind : But, loose from Nature's moral ties, The oath by force imposed belies
The unassenting mind.
Thy will's thy rule, thy good its end;
What parent nature gave:
Thy victim or thy slave.
Thus reason founds the just decree
Not private rights resign'd:
To hurt the general kind.
Thee justice guides, thee right maintains, The oppressor's wrongs, the pilferer's gains
Thy injured weal impair.
Thy temper'd counsels share.
Each instance of thy vengeful rage,
Though malice swell the sum,
Or Sylla's hippodrome.
The rabble weak and loud:
A more ignoble crowd.
Avails it thee, if one devours,
While both thy claim oppose ?
Alike to thee were foes.
Far other shone fair Freedom's hand,
When Hambden fought for thee:
Of arts and industry. On thee yet foams the preacher's rage, On thee fierce frowns the’ historian's page,
A false apostate train :
Thy thousands strew the plain.
To win the Muse's throng :
And Nature mourns his wrong.
Thy foes, a frontless band, invade;
And yield up half thy light.
On man's too feeble sight.
Distinctions weak and vain.
Her powers and rights remain.
While law the royal agent moves,
We bow through him to you.
Alike in one or few!
Shall then the wretch whose dastard heart