On our south come the Dutchmen, enveloped in grease; Ho!-all to the rescue! For Satan shall work Let Clinton and Ten Broeck, with bribes in their hands, We've coats for our traitors, whoever they are; The warp is of FEATHERS-the filling of TAR! Does the "Old Bay State" threaten ?-does Congress complain? Swarms Hampshire in arms on our borders again? Bark the war-dogs of Britain aloud on the lake? Let them come !—what they CAN, they are welcome to take. What seek they among us?-The pride of our wealth Yet we owe no allegiance; we bow to no throne; Our wives are all true, and our daughters are fair, Then blithe at the sleigh-ride; the husking and ball! We've sheep on the hill-sides; we've cows on the plain, And there's fish in our streamlets and rivers, which take Like a sunbeam the pickerel glides through his pool, At the beaver's quick plunge or the angler's pursuit. And ours are the mountains which awfully rise Save where the wild path of the tempest is torn. And though savage and wild be this climate of ours, Far dearer the blast round our mountains which raves, Than the sweet summer zephyr which breathes over slaves. Far, far from Michiscoui's valley, to where Come York, or come Hampshire-come traitors and knaves! In the name of Vermont, we defy all the world. Ex. CXXI-HALLOWED GROUND. WHAT'S hallowed ground!-Has earth a clod By man, the image of his God, Erect and free, Unscourged by Superstition's rod To bow the knee? CAMPBELL. That's hallowed ground-where, mourned and missed, But where's their memory's mansion? Is 't Yon church-yard's bowers? No; in ourselves their souls exist, What hallows ground where heroes sleep? Or genii twine beneath the deep 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 led on the chase, And place our trophies where men kneel O God above! Transfer it from the sword's appea! Peace, love! the cherubim, that join Their spread wings o'er devotion's shrine ;Prayers sound in vain, and temples shine Where they are not t;— The heart alone can make divine Religion's spot. To incantations dost thou trust, That man can bless one pile of dust Fair stars! are not your beings pure? Ye must be Heaven's that make us sure And in your harmony sublime I read the doom of distant time; Shall yet be drawn, And reason on his mortal clime Immortal dawn. What's hallowed ground? 'Tis what gives birth And your high-priesthood shall make earth Ex. CXXII.-DARKNESS. I HAD a dream, which was not all a dream.— The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space, Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air; BYRON. Morn came, and went,-and came, and brought no day: And men forgot their passions, in the dread Of this their desolation; and all hearts Were chilled into a selfish prayer for light: And they did live by watch-fires; and the thrones, The palaces of crownéd kings, the huts, The habitations of all things which dwell,— Were burnt for beacons; cities were consumed; And fearful hope was all the world contained: The flashes fell upon them. Some lay down, The wild birds And, terrified, did flutter on the ground, And War, which for a moment was no more, Did glut himself again :-a meal was bought With blood, and each sat sullenly apart, Gorging himself in gloom; no love was left: -- All earth was but one thought, and that was death, Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh; The birds, and beasts, and famished men, at bay, |