While thou view'st a holy law, Written with the bolt of terrors; Would'st thou, trembling, weeping, draw Hope's oblivion, for thy errors? Hasten to the mercy seat; God's red thunder slumbers there; Hasten to a Father's feet, God is nearest when in prayer. TWILIGHT SONG, SUNG BY THE SHEPHERDS OF THE ANDES. BENEATH the brow of yonder steep, The tints of twilight fade: On Chimberoz, the shadows sleep, That in the valley played. Lorn in the saffron belted west, The star of evening shines; The dew drop steeps the plantain's breast, And gems the curling vines. My flocks in quiet now repose, Secure from nightly ill; And guardian of the wattled close, How sweet the hour of peaceful thought, How free its pleasures, for unbought In this sequestered, woodland scene, While rural health, of cheerful mien, With labour doth abide. Then give me still, my mountain air, STANZAS, OCCASIONED BY THE LAUNCH OF THE NORTH CAROLINA, AT PHILADELPHIA, SEPTEMBER 7. 1820. HAIL, CAROLINA! peerless queen, That proudly rid'st in lofty mien, I saw thee, fearless, quit thy bed, Columbia's sons begirt the strand, And kindling was the bosom glow, A terror to the daring foe, Long may thy flag protect the Free, Though Albion's cross, for "thousand years,” Hath floated on the breeze, See, where the Union Star appears, The beacon of the seas! And broad shall wave that deathless sign, O'er Liberty's proud steep; And bright, that starry gem shall shine, |