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Dispels the wintry storm, the chilling rain,
Though shone thy life a model bright of praise,
Ill-fated country-lo, of aid bereft, Thy spear is broken and thy buckler cleft ! What arm shall now a firm support bestow, And shield thee harınless from the threat’ning foe ; Who, mid the storm, with fearless hand shall guide Thy course in safety o'er the troubled tide ? See faction lift on high his hateful head, O'er his dark brow unwonted smiles are spread, His lurid eye malignant triumph glares, And joy infernal every feature wears ! For now no more that piercing eye he fears, No more that voice, with terror thrill'd, he hears ; That eye, fan whose bright beam he shrunk dismay'd, And veil'd his treasons in the midnight shade ; That fateful voice which levell'd in the dust His plots nefarious, and his high-rais'd trust; For, lo, in slumbers of the grave repos'd, Hush'd is that voice, that eye in darkness clos'd !
Ye youth, Columbia's pride, to whom has heaven In sacred trust her future welfare given ;
On whom devolves the high the important charge ; · Her rights to guard, her happiness enlarge ;
Fix'd to whose course immutably remains
Tribute, by Mr. PAINE, of Massachusetts.
H Washington ! thou hero, patriot, sage!
Friend of all climes, and pride of every age ! Were thine the ļaurels, every soil could raise, The mighty harvest were penurious praise. Well may our realms, thy fabian wisdom boast; Thy prudence sav'd, what bravery had lost. Yet e'er hadst thou, by heaven's severer fates, Like Sparta's hero at the Grecian straits, Been doom'd to meet in arms, a world of foes, Whom skill could not defeat, nor walls oppose, Then had thy breast, by danger ne'er subdued, The mighty buckler of thy country stood; Proud of its wounds, each piercing spear would bless, Which left Columbia's foes one javelin less; Nor felt one pang-but, in the glorious deed, Thy little band of heroes too, must bleed ; Nor throbb'd one fear-but, that some poison'd dart Thy breast might pass, and reach thy Country's heart!
[From a London Newspaper.]
REAT without pomp, without ambition brave,
Proud, not to conquer fellow-men, but save ;
On the death of general GEORGE WASHINGTON, from a late
LAMENTED chief, at thy distinguish'd deeds,
The world shall gaze with wonder and applause ;
Thy matchless valor in thy country's cause.
Yes, it was thine, amid destructive war,
To shield it nobly from oppression's chain; By justice arm’d to brave each threat'ning jar,
Assert its freedom, and its rights maintain.
Much honored hero, statesman, husband, friend,
A gen'rous nation's grateful tears are thine ; E'en unborn ages shall thy worth commend,
And never-fading laurels deck thy shrine.
Illustrious warrior ! on the immortal base,
By freedom rear'd, thy envied name shall stand; And fame, by truth inspir’d, shall fondly trace
Thee, pride and guardian of thy native land.