For Freedom's ear the maiden strikes her notes, Still to the glowing West she moves to sing, Child of Renown! before whose infant hand The wreathed invader withered from the land, Thy Deed shall freshen on the penman's page, The shame and glory of a wondering age, And still reviving in the poet's lay, Thrill the young warrior of some distant day. In arms supreme, come forth to greatness dear, Protect the Pilgrim and the Patriot cheer; Thy slumbering shield with olive garlands dressed, Rise! crowned by Science, Monarch of the West! And thou, inspiring Dome! to greet thy reign, The Muse, exulting, pours her prophet strain. For thee the bard shall draw, from every clime, The swelling triumph, and the curtained crime; Death's moss-grown gates unbar, the sleepers wake, To charm the good, and bid the guilty quake; Love's moonlight scene, War's crimson deed unfold, And all the legends of the days of old. Wisdom and Wit thy guardian priests shall stand, And Taste refine, as Truth reforms the land; Rapture and Grief their rose and cypress twine, And every heart go mended from thy shrine. Here pranking youth shall learn, in Pleasure's school, Vice, saddening here, shall live for purer days, Here, too, O kindling thought! when Time shall shed His holy incense o'er the mighty dead, For thee the Sage shall burst his sacred grave, Thus shalt thou triumph, decked with every grace, And, one long day of quenchless splendor past, ODE, For the Fourth of July, 1827. To the Sages who spoke to the Heroes who bled To the Day, and the Deed-strike the harp-strings of glory! Let the song of the Ransomed remember the Dead, Be that story long told, And on Fame's golden tablets their triumphs enrolled, Who on Freedom's green hills Freedom's banner unfurled, And the beacon-fire raised that gave light to the world. They are gone Mighty Men!-and they sleep in their fame; Shall we ever forget them? - O never! — no, never!— Let our Sons learn from us to embalm each great name, And the anthem send down" Independence forever." * Wake, wake, heart and tongue! Keep the theme ever young Let their deeds through the long line of ages be sung, Who on Freedom's green hills Freedom's banner unfurled, And the beacon-fire raised that gave light to the world. *The dying words of the venerable John Adams, whose decease was on July 4. SONG, Written for the Parting Dinner given to Lafayette by the Massachusetts Till Him, who shared their hour of woe; Where your martyred heroes sleep, Children's children long shall weep; There shall pilgrim warriors keep Vigils, ever bright. Sons of Art! the table throng; Never may your hearts forget Fill the cup to Lafayette; Pledge your Fathers' Friend! |