EARLY AM) LATE POEMS. 205
"T is by thy goodness nature Lives — Thy boundless goodness we adore.
The seasons change.— and night and Which still preserves our native land ;
day Though war's dark tempest ever roar.
Thy bounteous band subsistence gives, Its fury turns at thy command.
And shields creation from decay.
Of old thy mercy. Lord, was known; Parent of All! to thee we turn
Thine arm didst break the oppressor's For blessings on this natal day.
ro d. Attune our hearts to love, and learn
And led thine Israel to thy throne. Thy sovereign pleasure to obey.
Through desert wild, and seas of blood.
Almighty God ! in thee we trust ; Then followed an eloquent, spirited
We humbly bow. and own thy power and appropriate oration, in his usual el-
Whieli raised our country from the dust. e gant manner, by Jo>iah Dunham. Esq. And saved ns in a threat'ning hour.
The following ode, composed by Mr. Kent, was sung by Col. Brewster in a mas- terly style. (Tune — Anacreon in Heaven.)
Rise, sons of Columbia ! and hail the glad day.
When your country triumphant beamed forth as a nation: And shone from the mist that encircled her way. Like the sun of the morning — the pride of ( reation. Let your praises arise. And ascend to the skies To unite with the prayers of the good and the wise.
That her son-; may their virtue and freedom maintain. Till the tires of Mount .Etna are quenched in the main.
In the arms of oppression our nation had slept.
Till, shorn of her strength, she could make no resistance; But a Washington's sword from its scabbard Mist leapt. And shone in defiance to earth's farthest distance. Let your praises ascend To your Father and Friend. And your eagle to bear them to earth s remote end*
.May the spirit of Washington hover around. While Benevolence listens to catch the first sound.
For his country he lived — but tiiat hero is dead :
For his country, in Heaven is his sprit now singing, The tears of affection remembrance has shed
In the breast of benevolence keep it from dying. For his sons yet remain. And their freedom maintain. Which they never will barter for glory or gain.
Though the angry waves roar, and the thunders descend. Their Liberty's Temple they '11 ever defend.
His spirit now lights, with its holiest beams.
'the dank mists of darkness which shadow creation: The nations of Europe have felt its mild gleams — The day-star of liberty's regeneration.
They awoke from their trance — See the tyrant advance: We fight I'm- the world and (he freedom of France.
By the tire of their domes they first conquered and bled, By the eagle of Russia to victory led.
Then hail to the chief in whose name we appear!
As Disriph's of Washington let us assemble: And all hail the day. still to memory dear.
When Freedom, enchanted, bade tyrants to tremble. May her sons of the West. In smiles still be blest. Till in peace, the} - retire with their fathers to rest:
While Columbia's Genius yet hovers around. To defend from oppression such sanctified ground.
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