"The wind recalls thee; its still voice obey. Millions await thy coming; hence, away. To thee blest tidings of great joy consigned, The vain to dream, the wise to doubt shall cease; "Not then to leave Thee! to their vengeance cast, Thy heart their aliment, their dire repast! ↑ To other eyes shall MEXICO unfold "What tho' thy grey hairs to the dust descend, Their scent shall track thee, track thee to the end; ‡ *P. Martyr, Epist. 133. 152. See the Eumenides of Eschylus, v. 305, &c. Ibid. v. 246. Thy sons reproached with their great father's fame, That world a prison-house, full of sights of woe, Arts to adorn, and arms but to defend. "Hence, and rejoice. The glorious work is done. * See Washington's farewell address to his fellow-citizens. While to the starry sphere thy name shall rise, |