Long-slumbering Vengeance wakes to bitter deeds; He shrieks, he falls, the perjured lover bleeds! Now the last laugh of agony is o'er, And pale in blood he sleeps, to wake no more! "Tis done! the flame of hate no longer burns: Soon may these eyes their trembling lustre close, SONG. Oн, how hard it is to find And if that one should be And sing Woe 's me-Woe 's me! Love's a boundless burning waste, Suspense's thorns, Suspicion's stings; STANZAS ON THE THREATENED INVASION, 1803. OUR bosoms we 'll bare for the glorious strife, To prevail in the cause that is dearer than life, Then rise, fellow-freemen, and stretch the right hand, And swear to prevail in your dear native land! 'Tis the home we hold sacred is laid to our trust God bless the green Isle of the brave! Should a conqueror tread on our forefathers' dust, It would rouse the old dead from their grave! Then rise, fellow-freemen, and stretch the right hand, And swear to prevail in your dear native land! In a Briton's sweet home shall a spoiler abideProfaning its loves and its charms? Shall a Frenchman insult the loved fair at our side? To arms! oh, my country, to arms! Then rise, fellow-freemen, and stretch the right hand, And swear to prevail in your dear native land! Shall a tyrant enslave us, my countrymen!-No! A death-bed repentance be taught the proud foe, And swear to prevail in your dear native land! SONG. WITHDRAW not yet those lips and fingers, And death seems in the word-farewell. HALLOWED GROUND. WHAT'S hallow'd ground? Has earth a clod Unscourged by Superstition's rod That's hallow'd ground-where, mourn'd and miss'd, The lips repose our love has kiss'd;- No! in ourselves their souls exist, A kiss can consecrate the ground Is hallow'd down to earth's profound, For time makes all but true love old; And will not cool, Until the heart itself be cold What hallows ground where heroes sleep? Their turf may bloom; Or Genii twine beneath the deep Their coral tomb. But strew his ashes to the wind Whose sword or voice has served mankindAnd is he dead, whose glorious mind Lifts thine on high? To live in hearts we leave behind Is 't death to fall for Freedom's right? What can alone ennoble fight? Give that! and welcome War to brace The charging cheer, Though Death's pale horse lead on the chase, Shall still be dear. And place our trophies where men kneel To Heaven!-but Heaven rebukes my zeal! The cause of Truth and human weal, O God above! Transfer it from the sword's appeal Peace, Love! the cherubim, that join |