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This is his mission, and his sole vocation.
To hear of this, the savage round him presses.
Of Christian peace through all their wildernesses !
Not to defraud them of their broad possessions
He comes, or to control their eagle pinions, But to pledge friendship and its sweet relations, Truth and forbearance, gentleness and patience,
To all the people of their wild dominions.
“We meet,” he said, "upon the open highway
Of broad good will, and honest faith and duty.
inviolate be thy way as my way,
So spake their friend, and they revered his teaching.
They said, “We will be true to thee and thine.” And through long seasons toward their future reaching, No act was shown their plighted faith impeaching,
Marring the compact, loving and divine.
O thou, like noble Penn, who truth adorest,
A priest at her great shrine in Freedom's temple, While o'er this gift in thoughtful mood thou porest, Point to the faithful children of the forest,
And bid the nations learn from their example.
HERE is an oaken relic from a bark
That speaks of olden scenes and ocean mystery,– - An anchor from the Revolution ark, Dropt to the present through the twilight dark,
Linking the troubled periods of our history.
It may be that the sapling of this wood,
Crown'd on the coast with vines inviting inland Was swaying to the sea-wind's fitful mood, Learning the rocking motion of the flood,
When roving Norsemen stood agaze at Vinland.
Or did it feel the westward-sweeping gale
The wind that still of God and freedom hymneth-
Were landed on the icy rock of Plymouth ?
Where'er it grew, the woodman found the oak,
It knew the teamster and the hewer's trestle, It felt the hammers, snuffd the pitchy smoke, Then seaward, like a steed from stall, it broke,
While Salisbury hail'd her favourite warrior vessel.
Those were the days wherein we flung defiance
Unto a tyrant monarch and his henchmen. We ask'd for friendship, France gave
her compliance; And hence we call'd our vessel the Alliance,
In honor of the noble-hearted Frenchmen.
Then France was generous France: her well-earned fame
Shed round the world a lustre of pure glory.
With feeble fingers, desperate and gory.
The royal vessel sought her future realm,
Royal, because her parent oak was regal ;
Breathed in the bosom of that fierce sea-eagle.
The ocean cormorants fled before her path.
Full oft her desolating vengeance hath,
Sent a wild shudder through the hearts of foemen. Hers was the enviable pride to bear
The unselfish hero's well-beloved exemplar,
Forever honor'd be the good knight-templar.
Due to a noble country's nobler scion. Let Lafayette, before the gaze of nations, Stand canonized amidst our constellations,
Belted with starry fame, like brave Orion. Old Europe's waters bore her graceful keel,
And heard the rolling of her threatening thunder; She taught the insolent buccaneer to kneel And sue for quarter,-taught their homes to feel
A mingled sense of due respect and wonder.
Though she a while the doubtful Landais bore,
It was her glorious privilege to carry
And his, the hardy and intrepid Barry.
The latest vestige of the past commotion, And to the winds of Commerce, far and wide, Shook out her sails for other realms untried,
And brought home treasure from the farthest ocean.
There have been doubtful Landais' on our deck,
The deck of state,—that wellnigh brought disaster ! But thou, obedient to a nation's beck, Didst save the flag-ship of the world from wreck,
O noble patriot and unswerving master!
And still thou rul'st this stormy deck of state,
your sea-worn councillors in communion,
Beneath the steadfast banner of the Union!
And when the Southern buccaneer at last
Shall strike her colors, saying, “It is over,"
And bring her homeward, a repentant rover.
If that no insolent gauntlet lies before us,
Her deck made musical with Freedom's chorus.
The Piece of Halliard from the Flag of the Cum
This simple cord, by unknown fingers spun,
Holds history in every slender fibre,-
E’er saw upon the storied tide of Tiber.
Our battle-banner, seldom lower'd or baffled !
The trembling traitor on his well-earn'd scaffold ?
He should have seen, methinks, the dance of death,
The traitors' dance in this rebellious season,
With hell-born charm and chant are brewing treason.
Fierce maledictions, breathed with desperate might
By trodden nations, longing to be freemen, Shall fall upon them with the withering blight Of leprous pestilence that walks at night,
Till their own hearts shall curse their reigning demon.
Peace on the deck and in the fortress sleeping,
Descried the iron island downward creeping.
A sudden wonder seized on land and bay,
And Tumult with her train was there to follow, For still the stranger kept its seaward way, Looking a great leviathan blowing spray,
Seeking with steady course his ocean wallow.
And still it came, and largen'd on the sight,
A floating monster,-ugly and gigantic,-
Should turn to iron in the mid-Atlantic.
Then ship and fortress gazed with anxious stare,
Until the Cumberland's cannon, silence breaking, Thunder'd its guardian challenge, Who comes there?” But, like a rock-flung echo in the air,
The shot rebounded, no impression making.
Then roar'd a broadside:—though directed well,
On, like a nightmare, moved the shape defiant! The tempest of our pounding shot and shell, Crumbled to harmless nothing, thickly fell
From off the sounding armor of the giant !