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 OUR COUNTRY; ^ 
 
 ITS DANGERS AND ITS DESTINY 
 
 A DESULTORY POEM 
 
 Pronouxced before the Allegheny Literary Society 
 
 AT ITS SEMI-ANNUAL CeLEBRATION, 
 
 September 2, 1841. 
 
 BY WILLIAM HENRY BURLEIGH. 
 
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 " Old thinp have been unsettled ; we have seen 
 Fair seed time, better harvest might have been, 
 But for our trespasses." Wordtworth. 
 
 / 
 
 ALLEGHENY: 
 ALLEGHENY LITERARY SOCIETY. 
 
 1841. 
 
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1841, by 
 
 William Henry Burleigh, 
 
 in the Office of the Clerk of the District Court of the Eastern Dis- 
 
 trict of Pennsylvania. 
 
 Merrihew & Thompson, Printers, 
 No. 7 Carter'>s Alley. 
 
DEDICATORY SONNET, 
 
 TO ALBERT HINCKLEY, PLAIXFIELD, CONN. 
 
 Ere this the World had placed thee high among 
 Her wise and good— the honored of all time- 
 Pure, generous spirits, who, in faith sublime, 
 Plead for the Right with eloquent pen and tongue — 
 Had not Disease her blighting mildew flung 
 Over thy life, and held thy panting soul 
 Back, with its proud aspirings, from the goal 
 We sought with mutual hope when both were young. 
 Yet, uncaressed by Fame, thou'rt not less dear 
 To the few friends who know thy worth, and prize 
 The lustrous gem concealed from others' eyes— 
 So have I brought, for thine acceptance here, 
 A rudely fashioned lay— Oh, for the sake 
 Of unforgotten love, this feeble tribute take. 
 
PREFACE 
 
 I AM by no means certain that the following Poem should 
 ever have been permitted to see the light, at least in its present 
 form. Aside from the request of the respectable Association 
 before which it was originally delivered, the principal reason 
 that induces me to publish it is, my desire to dedicate it to a 
 highly valued friend and school-mate, whose early promise of 
 usefulness and distinction (and it was great) has been blighted 
 by long, severe, and, my fears suggest, hopeless sickness. 
 Even this reason, potent as it is, would not avail with me, 
 could I entertain any rational expectation of soon presenting 
 for his acceptance a more elaborate and worthier work ; but, 
 inclination aside, the nature of my every day duties is such as 
 to render it morally certain that I shall give no new volume to 
 the public for many years — probably never. 
 
 For the fate of this thin pamphlet, I have neither anxiety 
 nor apprehension. Let the critics do to it as seemeth good in 
 their sight. It is lawful game for them — and dull must that 
 reviewer be, and singularly free from opinions upon contro- 
 verted questions, who cannot find in its pages something to 
 condemn. That there is some poetry in it, prejudice alone 
 will deny — that many of its passages are little better than un- 
 mitigated prose, the candid will unhesitatingly admit. It was 
 written hurriedly, at intervals snatched from more pressing 
 engagements ; and the limited time allowed for its completion, 
 
Yl. 
 
 precluded the possibility of revision. So much I say in justice 
 to myself, not in deprecation of any severity of criticism ; and 
 with this brief explanation of the circumstances under w^hich the 
 Poem was written, and of the motive which induces me to 
 publish it, I leave it to its fate — to sink or swim, according as 
 the principle of hfe or death within it may prevail. 
 
 Pittsburgh, September, 1841. 
 
POEM 
 
 My Country ! — waked by that endearing name, 
 What mixed emotions thrill along my frame! 
 Love — apprehension — pity — shame — and pride — 
 Exulting — trembling — shall I praise or chide 1 
 Hoping — yet fearing — as I turn my eye 
 On the far future, of thy destiny 
 Haply to learn, to notes of joy or wo 
 Shall the rude numbers of thy poet flow 1 
 Say, shall he sing of sunshine or of gloom ? 
 A lay of triumph or a hymn of doom 1 
 Shall the harp pour loud paeans for the dead. 
 Or mourn, in fainter notes, their virtues fled 7 
 To the heart's bidding, wake an anthem high. 
 Startling like thunder as the strain sweeps by ; 
 Telling to willing ears of wealth and power. 
 Courage and freedom — still our glorious dower, — 
 Or with precursive numbers, sad and faint. 
 Fling to the answering air a dirge-like plaint. 
 Whose melancholy burden still shall be, 
 « lu name alone, my country ! art thou free !" 
 
8 OUR COUNTRY : 
 
 Land of the mountain, wilderness, and flood ! 
 Whose soil hath been baptized in noble blood — 
 Land of the bold, free hearts, whose pilgrim-sires 
 Kindled her hills with Freedom's altar-fires ! 
 Land of my love ! — the peerless ones of Earth 
 Might proudly claim thee country of their birth. 
 And from the old world's crumbling dynasties 
 Turn, with new hope, to where thy hills arise — 
 The God-built fortresses, whose massive towers 
 Shook never to the invader's hostile powers — 
 And here behold, beneath benignant sway, 
 Free as the winds that round their mountains play, 
 A vigorous race, from hardy fathers sprung. 
 Worthy to stand Earth's proudest sons among ! 
 
 O'er sunnier lands may bend a softer sky, . 
 And statelier piles attract the traveller's eye. 
 And thrill the pilgrim's heart while looks he on 
 The fields where ancient valor fought and won — 
 Yet to thy children's gaze no sun can shine 
 With more life-giving radiance than thine ! 
 No gothic halls so dear as that* which rung 
 To the bold eloquence of Otis' tongue — (1) 
 Or that-j- — thenceforth to Freedom consecrate — 
 Where the stern fathers of the Nation sate, 
 
 * Faneuil Hall, Boston. 
 
 t Independence Hall, Philadelphia. 
 
ITS DANGERS AND ITS DESTINY. 9 
 
 Strong in their righteous purpose ne'er to cower 
 Before the British Lion's bloated power — 
 Though menaced with an ignominious death, 
 Faltered not once their all-sustaining faith ! 
 With piercing gaze upon the future turned, 
 Their fearless souls with holiest ardor burned, 
 When to their deathless Testament* they gave 
 Names that shall live, though Nations find a grave ! 
 *Twas Freedom's worthiest work since time began — 
 The sacred Charter of the Rights of Man ! 
 
 Though bloodier battle-fields his gaze may meet, 
 Who treads the classic East with pilgrim-feet — 
 Yet, if high courage in a holy cause 
 May challege fearlessly the World's applause, 
 With glowing hearts we point to Bunker's height, 
 Where beat the war-storm in its murderous might. 
 And British skill and discipline were taught 
 How strong the hand that for its altars fought — 
 How cheaply life was held for Freedom's sake. 
 When both were perilled in the dreadful stake ! 
 In after times that crimson'd hill shall be 
 With reverence named as our Thermopylae ; 
 And, kept his memory for ever green. 
 In Warren shall Leonidas be seen ! 
 
 * The Declaration of Independence. 
 
10 OUR COUNTRY : 
 
 Not now we linger on each bloody strife, 
 The shock of armies and the waste of life — 
 Recount the perils that our fathers braved, 
 Till Freedom triumphed and the land was saved, 
 Justice prevailed and liberty was won — 
 We've our Platea and our Marathon ! 
 
 Land of my fathers ! nations, from afar, 
 
 Have watched the rising of thy natal star — 
 
 And while they marvel at its brightening glow. 
 
 As streams of splendor from its full orb flow, 
 
 They tell its sudden doom with prophet-lips — 
 
 That o'er its disc shall come a dark eclipse. 
 
 Blotting the glory of its radiant prime. 
 
 Till men no more shall track its course sublime, 
 
 Nor speak admiring of the wondrous light 
 
 That on the nations burst, a Presence bright. 
 
 Scattering the gloom of ages — that its beams. 
 
 In darkness quenched, or changed to baleful gleams. 
 
 No more shall cheer the enthusiast devotee 
 
 Who prays and toils for human liberty — 
 
 And when that star shall set in seas of blood. 
 
 Oppression once again shall roll o'er Earth her flood! 
 
 Such is their sure prediction — shall it be 
 
 Fulfilled, my country ! by thy sons in thee 1 
 
ITS DANGERS AND ITS DESTINY. 11 
 
 Earth's despots, trembling on their thrones, await, 
 And wish and hope that such may be thy fate; 
 With helUsh glee they watch for every cloud 
 That o'er thy sky rolls darkly as a shroud— 
 And shout exultant, as around thy shores 
 The maddened sea of lawless violence roars ! 
 
 Nor with less anxious gaze, the good and wise. 
 
 Men of pure hearts and generous sympathies, 
 
 Intently mark thy progress, while for thee 
 
 Fate weaves a sad or glorious destiny : 
 
 They watch, alternating from hope to fear, 
 
 And pray that thine may be a bright career, 
 
 Undimmed by folly and unstained by guilt — 
 
 For Liberty on thee her hopes hath built; 
 
 If thou dost fail or falter, wo for men ! 
 
 On Freedom's altar-shrine no fires may burn again! 
 
 But if thy course be onward, freed from all 
 
 The base hypocrisies that now enthral — 
 
 If to thy glorious Charter th;ou art true, 
 
 And, strong in faith, the path of bight pursue, 
 
 Till, rapt in admiration. Earth shall see 
 
 Thy practice with thy principles agree, — 
 
 Joy for the nations ! — from the dust uplifted. 
 
 With new-born strength and courage strangely gifted. 
 
 They from his throne shall hurl the tyrant down. 
 
 Crumbling alike the sceptre and the crown ; 
 
12 OUR COUNTRY : 
 
 Till Fraud, and Error, and their legioned lies 
 Shall shrink, despairing, from the lightning eyes 
 Of Truth, the child of God — and every land 
 Shall own her sway and heed her just demand; 
 All kindreds, nations, tongues, alike made free, 
 Earth shall become one vast Democracy, 
 And, like a golden girdle. Love shall span 
 The universal brotherhood of man ! 
 
 The world hath groaned for ages 'neath the sway 
 Of despot-powers, and vilely flung away 
 Rights and immunities by God bestowed. 
 To bow its vassal neck to Slavery's load; 
 Until the once free spirit, bent to earth, 
 Hath lost the knowledge of its heavenly birth. 
 And — oh, its depth of degradation ! — learned 
 To fawn around and kiss the foot that spurned ! 
 
 But few, alas ! have torn their shackles off. 
 And dared at kingly mummery to scoff; 
 Exposed the shallow sophistry that pleads 
 A wicked precedent for evil deeds ; 
 Laughed at the lie that some are rulers born. 
 And poured on royal fools their bitter scorn! 
 
 Be their names honored ! — let their memories dwell 
 In human hearts that high for Freedom swell, 
 
ITS DANGERS AND ITS DESTINY. 13 
 
 And shout their watch-word in the tyrant's ear, 
 Till, like Belshazzar's, smite his knees in fear, 
 And on the wall, before his maniac gaze, 
 The red handwriting of his doom shall blaze ! 
 
 Look o'er the Eastern World, erewhile the throne 
 Where Science reigned, triumphant and alone ! 
 Asia, by tyrants crushed, by factions tost. 
 Now sunk in gloom, her early splendor lost. 
 From the Corea to Earth's middle sea. 
 From Karskoi's ice to Tritchinopoly, 
 Is spoiled by bandits and by despots cursed, 
 Her robber-kings "all evil, none the worst," 
 Knowing of rights but little, caring less, 
 They live to kill, to plunder, and oppress! 
 
 Hapless Siberia ! less cold thy plains 
 Than the stem tyranny that o'er them reigns! 
 Thy frozen winds are laden with the sighs 
 From many an exile's breaking heart that rise. 
 And mingled prayers and curses stir thine air. 
 Breathing of hope, of anguish and despair ! 
 
 Thy rankest vegetation, Indostan ! 
 Shoots less luxuriant than the tyrant-ban 
 
14 OUR country: 
 
 That throws its upas-shadow, far and wide, 
 Over thy realm, where sits imperial Pride, 
 On vassal necks upreared his gorgeous throne, 
 And calls the riches of the land his own. 
 
 China, self-styled « Celestial," sits in dust, 
 
 As mean in weakness as in might unjust; 
 
 To powers that once she scorned compelled to bend, 
 
 But false and hollow-hearted to the end- — 
 
 While beautiful Arabia, erst the blest. 
 
 From robber depredations knows no rest. 
 
 Ill-fated Africa ! alike the spoil 
 
 Of foreign knaves and scoundrels from thy soil — 
 
 Of petty chieftains and marauding hordes. 
 
 Whose aim is plunder and whose law their swords— 
 
 Of Christian slavers, who know not to spare 
 
 Or wife, or husband, youth, or hoary hair — 
 
 Of trading knaves, indignant Honor spurns — 
 
 Of canting priests, who pray and kill by turns — 
 
 Of robbing colonists, (2) who, thieves at home, 
 
 Learned Christian ethics in the salt sea's foam, 
 
 And now, with more than missionary zeal, 
 
 Spread their new faith with rifle-shot and steel, 
 
 And toil to found an Empire, broad and strong. 
 
 Whose base is fraud — whose superstructure, wrong; 
 
ITS DANGERS AND ITS DESTINY. 15 
 
 Thus shall its record read on History's page, — 
 " The grandest humbug of a humbug'd age !" 
 
 Oh, Africa ! since lost thine ancient glory, 
 How dark the pages of thy mournful story ! 
 Though once the favored oasis of Earth, 
 Now, thy unpeopled wastes but shadow forth, 
 Faintly, thy moral desolations! Yet 
 Thy sun, which long ago in darkness set. 
 Shall rise again, all radiant from the night. 
 And pour from coast to coast his refluent light; 
 Then shall thy sorrows cease, and end thy woes. 
 Thy desert places blossom as the rose; 
 And wilds, where once the cruel slaver trod, 
 Joy in new life — the gardens of thy God ! 
 
 Europe — once shadowed by impervious night — 
 Hails the glad dawn of Freedom's holy light ; 
 Cloud after cloud in sullen gloom retires 
 From skies that kindle with the day-beam's fires; 
 And soon o'er all her coasts, with burning rays. 
 The full-orbed sun of Liberty shall blaze, 
 And franchised millions hail their jubilee. 
 From Spain's Sierras to the Northern Sea. 
 
 Not without sacrifice, sustained by faith, 
 Not without toil and trial, strife and death, 
 
16 OUR COUNTRY : 
 
 Shall thy great triumph, Liberty ! be won — 
 The work perfected which thou hast begun ; 
 For still the throne of Tyranny is strong, 
 And despot-powers combine to uphold the wrong. 
 Fraction by fraction must the right be gained, 
 And with unceasing vigilance maintained; 
 Else all may fail, and, in an evil hour. 
 Kingcraft regain its sway, renew its power — 
 In fierce defiance lift its Gorgon-head, 
 And crush the nations 'neath its iron tread ! 
 
 See the grim Northern Bear, whose robber-paw 
 Still gathers States for his insatiate maw — 
 Before his march, shrink feebler powers away. 
 And Province after Province owns his sway ! 
 Is Russia free! her nobles in their pride 
 Their chariot-wheels o'er prostrate vassals gride ; 
 And Poland, torn and bleeding 'neath her ban. 
 Tells of her reverence for the rights of man ! 
 
 Norway still cowers beside her frozen sea, 
 
 And Sweden bends to royal sway her knee — 
 
 Gleams but a doubtful light from Freedom's sky. 
 
 Over thy vales and mountains, Germany ! 
 
 Besotted Austria still shuns the light, 
 
 And hugs her chains — while Prussia, in the might 
 
''iTSjlJA.NGERS AND ITS DESTINY. 17 
 
 Of new- won"* knowledge, lifts her radiant head, (3) 
 On which thy sun, O Liberty ! shall shed 
 Full soon its burning rays. 
 
 ^ . " Capricious France ! (4) 
 Let who will fiddle, still thy sons will dance, 
 *Nor shout their vives the less, nor bluster more, 
 Though ruled by Consul, King, or Emperor! 
 What though thy limbs the gilded fetters wearl 
 Pleased with their glitter, little dost thou care ; 
 What though thy once free press is stricken dumbl 
 A- king to kill, or to a king succumb. 
 Hurrah for Bourbon, shout for Bonaparte, 
 Just as the whim suggests, prepared thou art. 
 
 Torn by contending factions, hapless Spain 
 Shrieks in her impotence and gnaws her chain ! 
 Forgot the splendor of her ancient days. 
 When kings admired and poets sang her praise- 
 Forgot the glory of her Campador, 
 Tolosa's story stirs her blood no more, (5) 
 When, to direct the sanguinary strife. 
 The mighty dead were quickened into life, 
 And 'mid the thickest fight exultant bore 
 Terror and death to the invading Moor — 
 
18 OUR COUNTRY : 
 
 Zamora's peerless chief, (6) who faltered not, 
 Beset by war and pestilence, forgot — 
 No more, to wake her slumbering chivalry, 
 Rings on the air Minaya's battle-cry — (7) 
 Vainly, alas! her patriot-bards may bid 
 Her pulses thrill with memories of her Cid — 
 While priest and despot rule with equal sway 
 Her abject sons, too wiUing to obey! 
 
 Degraded Portugal ! — the paltry stake 
 Of reckless gamblers who must win or break — 
 Her fame they little prize, her welfare, less — 
 No hearts have they to mourn her wretchedness ! 
 The short-lived quiet of her peace to-day, 
 To-morrow's rude convulsion sweeps away. 
 Changing her aspect with each changing hour. 
 As false in faith as impotent in power ! 
 
 Turn, in disgust and pity, turn away 
 
 From States befooled and cursed with tyrant-sway. 
 
 And let the wearied eye a moment rest, 
 
 Britain ! on thee. Yet ends not here our quest 
 
 For righteous principles in practice shown, — 
 
 A People governed for its good alone. 
 
 Free but in part, thy peasantry are left 
 
 To toil through weary years, of hope bereft; 
 
ITS DANGERS AND ITS DESTINY. 19 
 
 Tax piled on tax to bow them to the dust, 
 
 Imposed by laws impolitic, unjust, 
 
 They stagger on beneath the crushing weight, 
 
 And curse, by turns, the ministry and fate ; 
 
 While princely nobles, in their selfish pride. 
 
 Waste on themselves the wealth by peasant toil supplied! 
 
 Yet, though indignant at thy children's wrongs, 
 
 No maledictions tremble on our tongues, 
 
 For never can the generous heart forget 
 
 The vast and inextinguishable debt 
 
 Earth owes to thee — despite thy thirst for power, 
 
 Thou hast rained blessings upon man, a shower 
 
 Whose drops are more than rubies! — thou hast taught 
 
 The mind how vast its treasuries of thought, 
 
 And with unsparing hand to nations given 
 
 The Word of Life — the costliest boon of Heaven ! 
 
 Ancestral land! from thee my fathers sprung — 
 To thee we owe this glorious English tongue. 
 Whose modulations, as they sink or swell. 
 Speak the strong language of the heart so well — 
 How to thy name, proud Land ! my pulses thrill ! 
 Britain! "with all thy faults, I love thee still!" 
 
 Hope — sweetest prophetess — foretels the hour 
 When perfect liberty shall be thy dower — 
 
20 OUR COUNTRY : 
 
 Tired of that glittering toy, a kingly crown, 
 
 Monarchs shall lay the Worthless bauble down, 
 
 Throw off the royal robe, the sceptre break. 
 
 Step from their thrones for Freedom's worthy sake. 
 
 And own that men, o'er all the peopled earth, 
 
 Are equal brothers by a common birth! 
 
 Then shall thy poor no longer be oppressed — 
 
 Thy wrongs, chivalric Ireland ! be redressed — 
 
 No more the many for the few shall slave. 
 
 Finding from toil no respite but the grave — 
 
 The fruits of labor to themselves returned. 
 
 Eating the bread their industry has earned, 
 
 And blest with books and leisure — bold and free, 
 
 Shall stand in manhood's pride, Britain's strong peasantry ! 
 
 Still darkly brooding over Ocean's Isles," 
 Where Nature wears her everlasting smiles, 
 In gloomy grandeur on his iron throne, 
 Reigns Tyranny supreme, but not alone-— 
 Fierce Superstition with her demon-rites. 
 And eyeless Ignorance, whose base delights 
 Are found in darkness, rule their little hour, 
 The mutual aids and pillars of his power ! 
 
 Nor in the Old World only, or where rest 
 The Ocean-Islands on Pacific's breast, 
 
ITS DANGERS AND ITS DESTINY. 
 
 Is man despoiled, and forced to bow his neck 
 And bend the knee submissive to the beck 
 Of pampered Power. With unimpeded sweep, 
 O'er mountain-heights, along the pathless deep, 
 Like the roused tempest, when the thunder-choir 
 Peals from the riven cloud, and quivering fire 
 Burns o'er the face of heaven, with pinions strong 
 Oppression bursts, in tireless flight, — along. 
 And o'er this new-found World, relentless, flings 
 The baleful shadow of his outspread wings. 
 Shrouding its sunniest clime in deepest gloom. 
 Impervious as the darkness of the tomb ! 
 
 Lo ! the Republics of the South ! where reigns 
 Fierce Anarchy, and throws o'er all her chains. 
 Crushing the weak 'neath her demoniac sway. 
 Her will the law which all alike obey — • 
 While Rapine, unrestrained, with robber-hand 
 Seizes and wastes the riches of the land. 
 And dread uncertainty each bosom fills 
 From Panama to Patagonia's hills. 
 Until " Republic" has become a word 
 For Liberty to scoff at — loathed — abhorred ! 
 
 Grown cunning. Tyranny may change its name — 
 Its demon-nature still remains the same ! 
 
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22 OUR COUNTRY : 
 
 What though in Freedom's name it crushes man, 
 And human rights are placed beneath its bani 
 What though, while wielding power usurped, it pleads 
 Democracy to sanctify its deeds ] 
 Still 'tis the same — the cruel — crafty — mean — 
 Through all disguise its scowling front is seen; 
 And where it breathes its pestilential breath, 
 Are fear, suspicion, misery and death! 
 
 From « the three fractions of the groaning" earth, 
 
 Once more to thee, dear country of my birth ! 
 
 I turn with mingled feelings. If the eye 
 
 Kindles with pride that reads thy history — 
 
 If throbs the heart exultant, while is told 
 
 The deeds our fathers dared, the true and bold, — 
 
 How in a holy cause they perilled all. 
 
 And with their country vowed to stand or fall — 
 
 How, after years of peril, toil and war. 
 
 Broke through the battle-cloud sweet Freedom's star. 
 
 And scattered o'er the land its radiance bright. 
 
 While happy millions hailed the long-sought light — 
 
 If memories like these the heart can thrill. 
 
 And with strange fire the eye, dilated, fill. 
 
 Well may thy sons, exulting, speak of thee, 
 
 Land of my love ! whom Valor hath made free ! 
 
 Reverent to thee thy patriot-children turn — 
 
 For thee and thine with prayer their spirits burn — 
 
ITS DANGERS AND ITS DESTINY. 23 
 
 And oh ! if gracious audience be given 
 When filial love provokes the ear of Heaven, 
 Blessings shall fall on thee, as falls the dew 
 On Hermon's mount, thy beauty to renew; 
 Justice and Truth thy glory shall maintain, 
 And Peace divine through all thy borders reign ! 
 
 Land of our hopes ! the story of thy past 
 Makes the heart leap as to a trumpet-blast ! 
 We tell with pride the prowess of our sires, 
 And listening children glow with kindred fires. 
 Catch the bold spirit, and with brightening eye. 
 Shout to the answering mountains « Liberty !" 
 And list with wildest joy the echoing sound 
 From crag to crag exultingly rebound ! 
 
 Oh, not in vain have martyrs on thy shrine. 
 Dear Freedom ! bled — the triumph shall be thine. 
 Though now Oppression claims the earth his own. 
 And builds on human hearts his iron throne! 
 Not yet is Liberty extinct — not yet 
 The sun that rose above our land hath set — 
 Clouds for awhile its radiance may obscure. 
 But they shall pass — while purer and more pure 
 Glows the blest light, with healing in its beams, 
 And pours from land to land its lucid streams! 
 
24 OUR COUNTRY : 
 
 Shout ! for the doom of Tyranny is spoken — 
 His yoke shall crumble and his gyves be broken! 
 Sighs wrung from aching bosoms, tears and blood, 
 Pouring o'er Earth, from age to age, their flood, 
 Shall cease their flow ; and songs of gladness rise 
 Where once but groans and curses smote the skies; 
 And over lands the despot spoiled erewhile, 
 Brood dove-eyed Peace and linger Plenty's smile! 
 
 Is it the dream of a bewildered brain 1 
 Kindles the heart with such a hope, in vain 1 
 No! — in our glorious Charter* — richest dower 
 Of noble sires — a principle of power 
 Lives, that can shake the proudest despot down. 
 Wrest from his grasp the sceptre and the crown, 
 From fettered realms unlock the galling chain. 
 And give to man his plundered rights again ! 
 
 Lo ! panoplied for war hath Truth gone forth, 
 
 Not vainly missioned to the groaning Earth ; t 
 
 And what though Error strives, with fell intent, 
 
 To thwart the purpose whereto she was sentl 
 
 Fruitless the toil — his cunning schemes destroyed — 
 
 Truth from the field of strife returns not void ! 
 
 In the hot conflict for the right, each hour 
 
 Hastens the downfall of unholy Power ; 
 
 * The Declaration of Independence. 
 
ITS DANGERS AND ITS DESTINY. 25 
 
 Each onset brings the final triumph nigh — 
 
 Each foe subdued becomes a firm ally, 
 
 While feebler grows the hand that strikes for wrong, 
 
 And louder swells the exulting victor's song! 
 
 Nor Freedom only shall the Nations bless — 
 But Knowledge shall increase, and Righteousness ; 
 The pure religion of the Cross, no more 
 Baffled by despot-powers, from shore to shore, 
 Strong in the might of Love, shall win its way, 
 And bless the lands with its benignant sway ! 
 
 Such is the picture to my fancy dear, — 
 [ But with our faith is often mingled fear; 
 I ,And while the eye on present prospects dwells, 
 ^ Though hope may live, alarm the bosom swells, 
 Lest the fair fabric by our fathers built, 
 Assailed by fraud and undermined by guilt. 
 Should totter to its downfall, and overwhelm 
 The hopes that cluster round Earth's proudest realm: 
 For in our midst are subtle foes and strong, 
 Who joy in mischief and exult in wrong. 
 
 See Party Spirit — heartless — blind with rage — 
 And deaf to all that would her wrath assuage. 
 Reckless of right, propriety and law, 
 No love for justice, and for truth no awe, 
 
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26 OUR country: 
 
 Lies, libels, slanders, are her daily food, 
 
 And her thin, livid lips are bathed in blood. 
 
 From generous hearts, by alchemy accurst, 
 
 Wrung, drop by drop, to quench her sateless thirst! 
 
 From the base weapons which she joys to wield, 
 
 No purity of heart or life can shield ; 
 
 The brightest deeds she darkens with her scowl — 
 
 No name so stainless but her breath will foul ; 
 
 Intent on mischief, to the still recesses 
 
 Of private life with eager foot she presses. 
 
 Drags to the light her shrinking victim forth. 
 
 With demon-malice vilifies his worth, — 
 
 To wound the husband, stabs him through his wife, 
 
 And blights her name to blast his hopes in life, — 
 
 While brawling demagogues, with office paid, 
 
 Exult to see the ruin she hath made ! 
 
 Sectional j ealousies — divisions — feuds — 
 
 Fomented still by thoughtless multitudes, 
 
 And urged to wild extremes with maddened zeal, 
 
 Threaten to blight, ere long, our country's weal, — 
 
 Give a loose rein to Anarchy, and cheer 
 
 Disunion on in her insane career, 
 
 Till every tie of brotherhood is rent, 
 
 And wrought the ruin which her madness meant. 
 
 In vain the moral quack attempts a cure 
 That leaves the body politic impure— 
 
ITS DANGERS AND ITS DESTINY. 27 
 
 Who strives, regardless of the right, to bind 
 A nation's wounds — bhnd leader of the blind — 
 With labor infinite and wondrous pain, 
 Compounds his nostrum-compromise in vain. 
 And pours with futile toil the nauseous stuff 
 Down strangling throats that gurgle out " Enough /" 
 Yet still are forced to gulp, in doses huge, 
 Or kill, or cure, the Clay-^^ febrifuge! (8) 
 
 Ye statesmen — sages — sciolists — whose trade 
 Is making laws, far better never made, — 
 See, in the past, and in the present, see 
 How worthless all your labor still must be, 
 While justice, mercy, truth, ye disregard. 
 And seek in robbery your base reward — 
 Forgetful of His law who sits on high, 
 That all are equal in the Father's eye — 
 Forgetful, too, that Righteousness alone 
 Exalts a nation — or can save our own ! 
 
 My native Land ! amid thy cabin homes. 
 Amid thy palaces, a demon roams ; 
 Frenzied with rage, yet subtle in his wrath. 
 He crushes thousands in his fiery path ; 
 Stalks through our cities unabashed, and throws 
 Into the cup of sorrow bitt"^' ' oes — 
 
28 OUR COUNTRY : 
 
 Gives to the pangs of grief an added smart, 
 With keenest anguish wrings the breaking heart, 
 Drags the proud spirit from its envied height, 
 And breathes on fondest hopes a killing bUght, 
 Heralds the shroud, the coffin and the pall, 
 And the graves thicken where his footsteps fall ! 
 
 Ho ! for the rescue ! ye whose eyes have seen 
 
 The ruin wrought where Drunkenness hath been — 
 
 Ye who have gazed upon the speechless grief 
 
 Of early widowhood that mocked relief — 
 
 Ye who have heard the orphan's struggling sigh, 
 
 When, mad with agony, he prayed to die — 
 
 Ye who have marked the crimes and shames that throng 
 
 Like sateless fiends the drunkard's way along— 
 
 Ye who can tell his everlasting doom 
 
 When darkly over him shall close the tomb — 
 
 Up for the conflict! — let your battle-peal 
 
 Ring on the air as rings the clash of steel. 
 
 When rank to rank contending armies meet, 
 
 Trampling the dead beneath their bloody feet ! 
 
 Up ! ye are bidden to a nobler strife — 
 
 Not to destroy, but rescue human life — 
 
 No added drop in misery's cup to press. 
 
 But minister relief to wretchedness — 
 
 To give the long-lost father to his boy — 
 
 To cause the widow's heart to sing for joy — 
 
ITS DANGERS AND ITS DESTINY. 29 
 
 Bid Plenty laugh where hungry Famine howls, 
 And pour the sunlight o'er the tempest's scowls — 
 Bring to the soul that t6 despaif is given, 
 A new-found joy — a holy hope of Heaven ! 
 
 Yet other foes our country's peace assail, 
 
 Striving by fiendish cunning to prevail; 
 
 With ceaseless toil its broad-built base they mine, 
 
 And shake its pillars with a strength malign ; 
 
 Nor will their busy malice cease, till all 
 
 The superstructure totters to its fall, 
 
 Or public Virtue shall their rage repel. 
 
 And drive them downward to their native hell ! 
 
 Lo ! the Arch-Anarch, fierce Mobocracy, (9) 
 Stalks o'er the land and shouts with demon-glee ; 
 Trampling on law and right and public good, 
 He bathes his murderous hands in martyr-blood, 
 And lifts exultingly his hydra-head. 
 While shakes the earth beneath his iron tread! 
 Where his usurped authority is owned, 
 Mercy is scorned and Equity dethroned — 
 Before his footstool Weakness crouches down, 
 And meek Submission trembles at his frown ; 
 Foul Treason, Murder, Arson, every crime 
 That curses earth or blots the page of time, — 
 
 3* 
 
30 OUK COUNTRY : 
 
 These are his pastimes — and his devotees 
 
 Must bear the crimson stain of deeds like these! 
 
 No creed, no name, no rank avails to turn 
 
 His vengeance back if once his fury burn ; 
 
 No place is sacred from his murderous hate — 
 
 He rules, v^rith sway alternate, Church and State, 
 
 And casts the Christian and the patriot out. 
 
 Who scorn his sway, nor echo back his shout; 
 
 And what cares he, if demagogue or priest 
 
 Do the foul work by which his power's increased 1 
 
 Both for the wrong with different weapons strike. 
 
 And to his demonship are dear alike ! 
 
 But see! — amid the crimes that call aloud 
 
 For vengeance, one pre-eminently proud, 
 
 Peerless in guilt, and stained with darker hue 
 
 Than common wickedness ever knew — 
 
 Concentering in itself all vileness, all 
 
 Of false or foul that can the soul appal ; 
 
 Perfection of impiety — the last 
 
 And crowning work of Lucifer, outcast 
 
 Upon the earth — the spawn of deepest hell — (10) 
 
 A monster-birth without a parallel — 
 
 Lifts in our midst his horrid aspect, red 
 
 With innooent blood which his own hands have shed. 
 
 And claims, with scowling eye and haughtiest tone, 
 
 Tribute from all and fealty to his throne — 
 
ITS DANGERS AND ITS DESTINY. 31 
 
 His throne, on crushed and bleeding hearts upbuilt, 
 
 By blood cemented and sustained by guilt. 
 
 To him, the statesman, with obsequious bow, 
 
 Gives up his manhood and performs his vow — 
 
 Before his footstool crouches in the dust. 
 
 And begs for leave to pander to his lust; 
 
 Obeys with vassal-soul his high behest. 
 
 And does his dirtiest work with keenest zest ! 
 
 To him, the priest, a clerical poltroon, 
 
 Who fears that men will leave their sins too soon, — 
 
 Who weaves apologies for evil deeds. 
 
 And gauges piety by length of creeds — 
 
 Who pays lip-worship to the Lord of Heaven, 
 
 The while his heart is unto Mammon given — 
 
 Makes low obeisance, and with rapturous grin. 
 
 Opens his church to let the demon in ; 
 
 And at his bidding, with a wondrous knack, 
 
 Lies and blasphemes, and swears that white is black, 
 
 Perverts the Bible and the Cross maligns. 
 
 And all — Heaven help us ! — with the best designs — 
 
 Greets him before the sacramental board, 
 
 Fellow-disciple of a common Lord, 
 
 And bids him take, with hands that reek with gore. 
 
 The emblems of His death who our transgressions bore ! 
 
 Well may the land in which such deeds are wrought 
 
 Shudder with fear — God's vengeance sleepeth not ! 
 
 Well may the nation, stained with crimes so deep, 
 
 Grow pale with terror, — and, repentant, weep ! 
 
32 OUR country: 
 
 Haply the Lord may turn aside his wrath, 
 Nor dash his lightnings redly in our path, 
 Nor bid his vengeful thunder o'er us break, 
 But spare the guilty for the righteous' sake ! 
 
 May we not hope our Land, grown timely wise. 
 
 Will put away her foul impieties'? 
 
 No longer rob the poor, no more oppress 
 
 The helpless, but awake to righteousness 1 
 
 Live out her glorious principles, and show 
 
 A gazing world how radiant is their glow; 
 
 How vast their power for good, as back they bring 
 
 His primal dignity to man, and fling 
 
 A halo o'er the nations, in whose light 
 
 Earth shall rejoice, and own the reign of Right ! 
 
 Dangers, 'tis true, beset us — mighty foes 
 Mar our prosperity — our peace oppose — 
 And threaten to destroy : nor is it wise 
 From their existence to avert our eyes: 
 Yet have we safeguards — such as may avail 
 To shield our land from perils that assail, 
 Clothe us in heavenly armor, and make strong 
 To conquer hate and triumph over wrong ! 
 
 Learning — that lifts the soul from sensual things. 
 And plumes the mind with upward-soaring wings, 
 
ITS DANGERS AND ITS DESTINY. 33 
 
 Waits to bestow on all our land her dower — 
 A glorious gift of wisdom and of power ; 
 A gift, the gold of nations could not buy- — 
 Once ours, a world in arms we might defy. 
 
 Philanthropy — that yearns o'er human w^o, 
 
 Comforts the sorrowing and uplifts the low, 
 
 Teaches — alas ! how little understood — 
 
 The soul the luxury of doing good, 
 
 Quickens the ear to list to Sorrow's cry. 
 
 And learn the " music of humanity" — 
 
 Oh, in her presence we may find a friend 
 
 Wise to instruct and powerful to defend — 
 
 The foe of Selfishness, that tramples down 
 
 Another's rights to elevate its own — 
 
 Of Pride, that turns on Poverty an eye 
 
 Cold with contempt and scorn, and dashes by — 
 
 Of Fraud, that struts in all the pride of place, 
 
 With cunning stereotyped upon his face, — 
 
 Of Slavery — foul epitome of hell — 
 
 Without a peer — without a parallel ! 
 
 By thee baptized, divine Philanthropy ! 
 
 Taught to relieve the suffering which we see. 
 
 Comfort the sorrowing and confirm the weak. 
 
 And in our neighbor's joy our gladness seek — 
 
 How strong in righteous power our land shall be ! 
 
 How bold her generous children, and how free ! 
 
34 OUR COUNTRY : 
 
 Religion, too — Jehovah's darling child — 
 
 Before the Father pure and undefiled — 
 
 With her meek teachings — with her hopes sublime — 
 
 With eye that pierces through the mists of time, 
 
 And sees the glories of the upper heaven 
 
 To patriarchs, prophets and apostles given — 
 
 With steady zeal that burns w^ith constant flame — 
 
 Courage, that triumphs over pain and shame- — 
 
 In toil untiring, and serene in faith — 
 
 The soul's support amid the shades of death — 
 
 Religion, with her blessings, may be ours, 
 
 Surer defence than battlemented towers, 
 
 Than fleets with canvass wings expanded wide. 
 
 Than bannered armies in their martial pride — 
 
 A nation's glory, riches, power, defence — 
 
 The strength she blesses not is impotence ! 
 
 So France was taught, when in her maniac-zeal, 
 
 She gave the Bible to the scoffer's heel — 
 
 Blotted her Sabbaths out — ^her ritual spurned — 
 
 The altars of her worship overturned — 
 
 With shout and song hailed Reason as divine, 
 
 And shrieked her frenzied orgies at her shrine! 
 
 " There is no God /" the drunken Nation cried — 
 
 "I AM !" His judgments terribly replied ! 
 
 Taught l)y her folly, let us shun her fate — 
 'Tis Righteousness alone exalts a State, 
 
ITS DANGERS AND ITS DESTINY. 35 
 
 And only that with permanence is blest 
 On which the blessings of Jehovah rest. 
 Oh, be those blessings thine, my native land! 
 Poured over all thy coasts with liberal hand; 
 And in thy perfect glory Earth shall see 
 All that thy patriot-children ask for thee. 
 
 Oh, such, dear Land ! despite my fiUal fears, 
 Despite the cumulative guilt of years, 
 Despite the foes that hover round thy path, 
 And judgments waiting to outpour their wrath. 
 Shall be thy destiny ! A vision bright 
 Dawns with refulgent glory on my sight ! 
 As through the clouds, that lately veiled his beams, 
 Bursts the rejoicing sun, and pours his streams 
 Of golden light o'er all the laughing earth. 
 Its flowers to wake and call its beauty forth. — 
 Exult! — that vision brightens — 'tis of thee. 
 My glorious country ! — I behold thee free! — 
 Guilt flings no shadow o'er thy wide domains — 
 No slave in hopeless anguish clanks his chains — 
 No nations robbed, thy broken faith proclaim — 
 No lawless rabble publishes thy shame — 
 Redeemed from all the follies of thy youth, 
 Thou standest in the majesty of truth, 
 A stalwart form, with vigor in each limb. 
 Without a stain thy lustrous name to dim — 
 
36 OUR COUNTRY, 
 
 Acknowledged champion of the rights of man, 
 
 Redeemer of the world from Slavery's ban — 
 
 The joy of millions, who in pride behold 
 
 Thy starry banner to the breeze unrolled — 
 
 The favored Land to whom all gifts are given — 
 
 The pride of Earth and the deli&ht of Heaven ! 
 
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NOTES 
 
 Note l—-Page 8. 
 
 " No gothic halls so dear as that which rung 
 To the bold eloquence of Otis* tongue." 
 
 James Otis and his gallant compeers rocked, with their fiery 
 eloquence, the *' Cradle of Liberty" to some purpose in the olden 
 time; and though its weather-stained walls have since flung 
 back their echoes to the mobocratic ravings of an Austin, yet, re- 
 membering the past, and trustful for the future, we are not ready 
 to write "Ichabod" over the doorway of Faneuil Hall. 
 
 Note 2— Pc^e 14. 
 
 "Of robbing colonists, who, thieves at home, 
 Learned Christian ethics in the salt sea's foam. 
 
 Of the free colored population of this country, the official organ 
 of the American Colonization Society says — " Averse to labor, 
 with no incentives to industry, or motives to respect, they main- 
 
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38 NOTES. 
 
 tain a precarious existence by petty thefts and plunder;" and 
 much more of the same amiable import — for instance, that they 
 '* are a greater nuisance than even slaves themselves" — ** the most 
 vicious class of our population" — " a vile excrescence upon so- 
 ciety" — " a curse and contagion wherever they reside" — " the 
 most depraved beings upon earth" — " scarcely reached in their 
 debasement by the heavenly light!" — Vide African Repository, 
 passim. Yet we are gravely assured by the periodicals, officers 
 and agents of this Society, that by expatriating this hopeful class 
 of our citizens to Africa, we shall contribute to the evangelization 
 of a continent, besides performing, incidentally, an amount of 
 good beyond the power of knowledge to compute — and, I may 
 add, of credulity to believe. But, as I am not called upon to 
 reconcile the incongruity between the agencies employed and the 
 end proposed by our American expatriationists, nor to show how 
 admirably qualified for missionary operations in Africa a horde of 
 miserable, degraded, ignorant thieves must necessarily be, I have 
 adapted my verse to what seems to be colonization theology, and, 
 by giving the poor emigrants a chance to learn " Christian ethics 
 in the salt sea's foam," have made a kind of salt-water Christians 
 of them ; who will be competent, at least, to array themselves 
 under the banners of Missionary Brown, and, if they cannot con- 
 vert the hearts of the natives, they can " pepper their hams with 
 buckshot." — " Ethiopia shall stretch out her hands unto God," 
 (we are told,) through the instrumentality of these colonized mis- 
 sionaries ; and so she does — but it is in agonizing supplication for 
 deliverance from such ''religious teachers," — save the mark! — 
 whose tender mercies are cruelty. 
 
 But I forbear. A full exposition of the absurdities, to use no 
 harsher epithet, involved in Colonizationism, would require a 
 volume, and cannot, of course, be compressed within the limits 
 of a note. 
 
NOTES. 39 
 
 Note 3— Page 17. 
 
 *' Prussia, in the might 
 
 Of new-won knowledge, lifts her radiant head." 
 
 How the Common School System of Education which has been 
 so successfully adopted and pursued in Prussia, may be regarded 
 by philanthropists and statesmen generally, I cannot presume to 
 decide ; but to me it conveys the assurance that it will ultimately 
 and inevitably work out the political regeneration of that inte- 
 resting empire. Education, diffused through the mass of the 
 population, cannot co-exist with any form of tyranny. Prussia 
 may long continue a monarchy in name, but all the essentials of 
 republicanism must be hers before the revolutions of many years. 
 It requires no prescience to see this, for the most obvious causes 
 are in operation for the production of such a polity. 
 
 Note 4 — Page 17. 
 
 Capricious France," &c. 
 
 If the accounts of recent travellers are to be relied on, the 
 French character has undergone a radical change within a few 
 years. They assert that the flippancy and volatility which for- 
 merly characterized that people, have given place to staidness of 
 demeanor, deep thought, and a settled sobriety of character. To 
 some extent, this may be true. It would seem that the French 
 had had enough within a few years to sober them ; but still, I am 
 persuaded that, upon the whole, the text does no injustice to the 
 nation, as such. 
 
40 NOTES. 
 
 Note 5 — Page 17. 
 
 "Tolosa*s story stirs her blood no more." 
 
 The battle of the Navas de Tolosa, between the Spaniards and 
 the Moors, was one of the most sanguinary recorded in history. 
 The Moors lost the day, leaving sixty thousand of their warriors 
 dead upon the plain. For an interesting account of the superna- 
 tural agencies believed by the Spaniards to have aided them in 
 this great struggle, see Southey's " Chronicle of the Cid." 
 
 Note 6— -Page 18. 
 
 "Zamora's peerless chief." 
 
 Alonzo Lopez de Texeda. Besieged in the city of Zamora by 
 Henrique of Trastamara, he maintained his position with a cou- 
 rage and fortitude that seemed superhuman, until his garrison had 
 been utterly disabled by pestilence. 
 
 Note 7— Page 18. 
 
 " No more to wake her slumbering chivalry, 
 Rings on the air Minaya's battle-cry." 
 
 Alvar Fanez Minaya, who distinguished himself by his impe- 
 tuous courage at the battle of the Navas de Tolosa. 
 
NOTES. 41 
 
 Note S—Page 27. 
 
 " Yet still are forced to gulp, in doses huge, 
 Or kill, or cure, the Clay-ey febrifuge." 
 
 Perhaps I ought to beg pardon of my readers for inflicting upon 
 them a bad pun. My apology is, a desire to fix the charge of 
 moral quackery upon at least one individual to whom it is emi- 
 nently applicable. A true statesman must be a good moralist, for 
 no legislation can result beneficially that disregards those ever- 
 lasting principles of righteousness which can alone ensure a na- 
 tion's perpetuity. These Mr. Clay too frequently overlooks — and 
 for such an omission, no splendor of genius can atone. Look at 
 his much-lauded compromises. To use a homely, but expressive 
 simile, they are *' like the handle of a jug, all on one side." Look 
 at his monstrous proposition by which he seeks to justify slavery — 
 that "that is property which the law declares to he property." 
 Out upon such republicanism ! It is the concentrated essence of 
 despotism ! That will be a happy day for the world — God speed 
 its advent! — when the good only shall be considered great. 
 
 Note 9— Page 29. 
 
 " Lo ! the Arch-Anarch, fierce Mobocracy." 
 
 A fearful illustration of the text has been furnished, since it 
 was written, in the riots which disgraced the city of Cincinnati, 
 in the early part of the present month, (September.) Never in 
 our land was presented a more glaring exhibition of the perfection 
 of poltroonery and diabolism ; and never culprit more richly me- 
 rited the halter for his misdeeds, than do the civil authorities of 
 Cincinnati the execration of the civilized world, for their pusilla- 
 
42 NOTES. 
 
 nimity, and indirect encouragement of the mob. Upon the recep- 
 tion of the news of this outrage, I gave feeble expression to my 
 own feelings in view of it, in the following sonnets, written cur- 
 rente calamo, immediately after reading a full history of the reign 
 of terror to which the " Queen City" tamely submitted for three 
 days. 
 
 TO CINCINNATI. 
 I. 
 
 So — thou hast bowed with vassal knee and neck, 
 To pander meanly to the tyrant's lust, 
 And, in thy degradation, licked the dust, 
 
 And flung away thy manhood, at their beck 
 
 Who rob the poor, and by oppression build 
 Their stately dwellings. Infamy and thou 
 Henceforth are wed, and on thy craven brow 
 
 Baseness is stamped — and shame and crime have filled 
 Thy cup of trembling to the brim ! How soon, 
 How deeply fallen ! Slave of slaves I — Poltroon ! — 
 
 Sold to the South ! — the negro-whipper's hound ! — 
 Such, henceforth be thy titles ! — they are earned 
 By deeds for which thy memory shall be spurned. 
 
 While truth or justice upon earth are found ! 
 
 II. 
 
 *' Queen City !" quotha ? Yes — thou art a quean — 
 
 A prostitute for hire — self-sold to shame — 
 
 Debased — defiled — polluted — till thy name 
 Is but a synonyme for all that's mean 
 Or foul on earth, or false in deepest hell ! 
 
 The bloated South — thy master — gave the word, 
 
 And thou didst crouch I — Oh, baseness most abhorred ! 
 Oh, degradation without parallel! 
 
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NOTES. 43 
 
 How will thy sons' cheeks crimson when they hear 
 
 The story of thy shame — and turn away 
 To hide the blush, or dash the indignant tear 
 
 From the hot eye ! — and execrate the day 
 That saw thy honor, virtue, courage, sold 
 To southern bullies for their stolen gold ! 
 
 Note lO-^Page 30, 
 
 the last 
 
 And crowning work of Lucifer, outcast 
 Upon the earth — the spawn of deepest hell." 
 
 The thought is borrowed from the Rev. Nathaniel West, who, 
 in his intensely graphic manner, defines slavery to be ** a transcript 
 of hell cast out upon the earth." 
 
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