་ Our fathers sought this land afar, Beneath the gentle smiles of peace, Lofty pæans strike the skies, Freely live, or nobly die.' CHORUS. Hark! already to the strain, How they echo back again, As you are, forever be, Independent, firm, and free. 4. When savage hordes, from wilds im mense, With frantic war-whoop stunn'd our ears, Thine arm, made bare in our defence, 5. Thou bad'st the wilderness disclose In vain did Britain, urg'd by pride, 7. Look down from heaven's empyreal height, And gild with smiles this joyful day, Send us some chosen son of light, Our feet to guide in wisdom's way. ODE TO INDEPENDENCE. Written by WILLIAM BIGELOW, A. M. and sung by Mrs. Jones, at St. Peter's Church, in Salem, on Wednesday, 4th July, 1804. WHEN Britain gigantic, by justice unaw'd, Strode over the westerly main, With eyes darting fury, and hands bath'd in blood, Sought to rivet fell tyranny's chain; Then, arm'd with a shepherdess' sling and a stone, Rous'd youthful Columbia to meet her alone, Unmov'd by the sword, and the spear, and the shield, And thus to high heaven undaunted appeal'd: ; God of armies! hear my prayer ; Drive back the foe beyond the sea; Bid this favour'd land, be free, That millions yet unborn may own, COLUMBIA'S GOD is GOD alone. Lo! the conquering weapon's sped! See, the haughty giant's fled! Sons of Freedom, while ye pay Honours to her natal day, Confess the Godhead, and obey. Around his altar while you stand With grateful heart and lifted hand, Swear, while life and thought remain, Your Independence to maintain, Sacred from oppression's rod, Sacred from anarchy and blood, Sacred, as the gift of God! ODE Written by J. STORY, Esq. and sung by Mrs. Vonhagen before the Salem Female Charitable Society. July 11, 1804. WHEN droops the hapless child of woe, Oppress'd with want, disease and care, What hand shall healing balm bestow? What voice shall soothe the deep despair? When anguish wakes the widow's tear, And sends the air the orphan's cry, Is no protecting angel near, To chase the gloom, and hush the sigh? Yes-Mercy's gentle sprite is given, To lull the throes of keen distress; Her voice, the music breath'd from heaven, Her smile, the extatic wish to bless. She leans on pity's soften'd breast, Love, hope, devotion, grace her shrine, But most she loves a home of rest, Where dwell the Charities divine. To each his sufferings fate ordains, Untimely falls the opening flower; O'er wit and genius ruin reigns, They bloom-they perish in an hour. Since all are doom'd to feel the blow, Let all indulge the social grief; The heart, that bleeds for human woe, In turn shall find its kind relief. What though the joys of life depart, And age and sorrow bow the soul, These tenderer sympathies impart A charm that lives beyond control. Sweet is the fame that waits the good, THE LOVER'S DREAM. From D'Israeli's Romances. CHRYSTAL WORLD! thy shadows pour! Many a glittering dream of air, Last night, in sleep, my Love did speak, Her BOSOM gave its odorous swell, Lengthening her crisped LOCKS em braced The BEAUTY laughing round her wAIST; These snare the soul, these wake the sigh; I gaz'd till madness fir'd the eye! The soft-clos'd LIPS I view'd awhile, Just open'd with the tenderest SMILE! I heard her voice, but, too intent, The DREAM dissolv'd as still I leant !..... Yet till the day-break lit the sky, That not one word might ever die, Repeated o'er and o'er each wORD, Till SOMETHING LIKE HER VOICE was heard. Thou friend to LOVE! romantic NIGHT! Time throws its poison round the bed Now hang a painted dream like this; THE NIGHTINGALE AND GLOW I grasp a SHADOW OF DELIght, A PAINTED DREAM is all my BLISS ! TO AN INFANT, SLEEPING. WORM. A FABLE FROM MOORE. THE prudent nymph, whose cheeks disclose The lily, and the blushing rose, SWEET BABY Boy! the soft cheek From public view her charms will screen, glows, An emblem of the living rose ! Soon shall thy youth to sorrow rise, And tears shall dim those half-clos'd eyes; And storms shall fade that living rose, me; And thou wilt shrink, with fear aghast, Ah! then no more in balmy sleep Sweet Baby Boy! then sleep awhile, For youth will never wake to smile, And rarely in the crowd be seen; This simple truth shall keep her wise, "The fairest fruits attract the flies." One night a Glow-worm, proud and vain, Contemplating her glittering train, Cried, "Sure there never was in nature So elegant, so fine a creature! All other insects that I see, The frugal ant, industrious bee, Or silk worm, with contempt I view, With all that low mechanic crew, Who servilely their lives employ In business, enemy to joy. Mean vulgar herd! ye are my scorn; For grandeur only I was born, Or sure am sprung from race divine; And plac'd on earth to live and shine, Those lights that sparkle so on high, Are but the Glow-worms of the sky, And kings on earth their gems admire, Because they imitate my fire." She spoke; attentive on a spray, A Nightingale forbore his lay, He saw the shining morsel near, And flew directed by the glare; Awhile he gaz'd with sober look, And thus the trembling prey bespoke, "Deluded fool! with pride elate, Know 'tis thy beauty brings thy fate; Less dazzling long thou might'st have lain Unheeded on the velvet plain. LITERARY INTELLIGENCE. "LITERARY MISCELLANY." A NEW publication under the above title has, during the last month, issued from the press of Mr. William Hilliard, Cambridge. It is to be published quarterly. It professes to be devoted to the cause of literature and religion. In the prospectus to the work, it is said; "that it was projected by a few friends, who agreed to contribute such reflections and remarks, as were the result of their studies, with a wish to rouse a mutual emulation in literary pursuits, and to excite in others a taste for scientific investigations." The subjects to which the views of this association are directed, and on which they solicit communications, are ancient and modern history; chronology; the my thology, customs, manners and antiquities of nations ; Hebrew and oriental literature; criticisms on the Greek and Roman classics; biographical notices of eminent men; sketches of the lives of any on the catalogue of college graduates; ethics, jurisprudence, natural religion and the evidences and doctrines of the christian revelation; mathematics, natural philosophy, astronomy, chemistry and natural history; discoveries and improve ments in the mechanic poetry; and reviews of publications, ancient and modern. This number gives us a promising specimen of the genius, learning and taste of its su porters. It adds a new leaf of laurel to the venerable brow of our beloved Alma arts; Mater. We regard this new literary guest rather with eyes of fraternal affection, than of envy; and hope, that the joint efforts of the family connections will tend to improve the morals, and refine the taste of the public. We are sorry however to observe in this truly Literary Miscellany, a departure from English orthography. If we were a nation of philosophers, or were only as wise as our national philosophers would seem to imagine us, we might construct a language of our own. But it is the fate of. the people of the United States to receive their language, as well as many other good things, mediately, from the people of England. |