Achilles is the Greek whom fate decreed,
Without whose aid old Greece should ne’er succeed:
Delphos the God of Music’s birth does claim,
And Rhadamanthus judged Hell’s domain.
The Iris designates the ceasing storm,
And Freedom in America was born.
Newton the works of Nature brought to light;
The crescent moon does oft illume the night:
Echo’s the nymph who rides upon the air,
Whose voice responds to joy or fell despair.
War despots do oppose to Reason’s laws;
Ida’s the mount where Venus gain’d her cause.
Night is the time when Nature does repose,
And in Trophonius’ cave smiles never glows.
Elijah was translated to the skies;
Reason, Columbia’s sons do greatly prize:
A tempest o’erclouds the orb of sight:
The Owl’s a bird peculiar to the night.
New-York’s the City where such worth doth shine!
Whose Laws are fram’d on principles divine.
Blanchard’s the Æronaut, of skill and fame;
And Rome once mistress of the world did reign.
Ovid did sing the various arts of love;
And through their orbs the planets yearly move:
Kissing, a mutual pleasure does impart,
And sympathy does warm each feeling heart.
The initials when we rightly thus combine,
Miss ADRIANCE WINTERTON and BROOKS define.
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THE AMERICAN SOLDIER.
A Picture from the Life.
Deep in a vail, a stranger now to arms,
Too poor to shine in courts, too proud to beg;
He, who once warr’d on SARATOGA’s plains
Sits musing o’er his scars, and wooden leg.
Remembering still the toils of former days,
To other hands he sees his earnings paid;
_They_ share the due reward--_he_ feeds on praise,
Lost in the abyss of want, misfortune’s shade.
Far, far from domes where splendid tapers glare,
’Tis his from dear-bought PEACE no wealth to win;
Remov’d alike from courtly cringing squires,
The great man’s levee, and the proud man’s grin.
Sold are those arms that once on Britons blar’d,
When flush’d with conquest to the charge they came;
That power repell’d, and FREEDOM’s fabric rais’d,
She leaves her soldier--FAMINE and a NAME.
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