But, in my native village ground, Beneath the old tree's sombre shade. THE TUSCARORA'S ADIEU. FAREWELL, O Monilli! I fly to the plain, Which the blood of our foes shall bedew; Farewell, O Monilli! in battle afar When the tomahawk glitters on high, Should fate give your love to the demon of war, When in regions of sun the red warrior shall rest, In whispers of midnight, the songs of the blest Farewell love! impatient, I fly to the plain, Hark! the death-song that echoes the dirge of the slain, O THOU THAT HATH STRAYED. O THOU that hath strayed in a pathway of sorrow, With regret for the past, and no hope for the morrow, Though dark thy horizon, no star of day cheering, Though thy way, long and lonely, no pleasures illume; Yet in faith turn thy vision to solace appearing, For a ray of tranquillity shines from the tomb. There's bliss yet in store, let reflection still cheer thee; ΤΟ THE HOLY ALLIANCE. SAY ye that rule with iron sway The continental soil, To whom the nations are a prey And liberty a spoil, The generous spirit would ye bind, Its noble daring blight? Say, would ye crush the "march of mind," And bring Egyptian night? Proud Autocrat! "Deliverer" thou! How dim thy diadem, When that which once adorned thy brow Is faded from the gem; Go, sway thy sceptre o'er a wild; Satiate ambition's lust; Let parasites salute thee "mild," We know thee deeply curst. And ye, degenerate, baser kings, Your deeds shall stain the flood of years, And blot the scroll of time. Monarchs, think ye leagued tyrants can, As erst in Italy, Arises to be free? When Freedom quits her mountain height, To seek the battle-field, And bids her sons sustain the fight, With heaven and hope their shield, Think ye the bosom, beating then, Think ye one heart will shrink that day, Go! ask-ye shall not ask in vain— Of those that bled of yore; When LEON saw her children slain, When LEON Smoked with gore. |