Say, —what was his reward who with the band
Of constellated souls thus saved a threaten'd land?—
To see the war-clouds fade away,
And peace resume her blissful sway,—
See liberty and equal law
Crush fell Discord's brood malign,
From every clime of earth to draw
Admiring pilgrims round his household shrine,—
To amass from learning's store,
The proudly treasured lore,
To see fair cities rise amid the uncultured waste,
And in his mountain paradise to taste
Those ripen'd fruits whose germ was sown in blood,
And mark his country's flag wave high o'er Glory's flood.
To wreath around his brow bright Honour's crown,
And find in weary age the love-smooth'd couch of down.
But one desire remain'd,—to see
His prosperous nation's Jubilee;—
Forth came that glorious morn with radiant vest,
He caught its smile, and enter'd to his rest,
From life's protracted banquet rose serene,
Earth's latest wish fulfill'd, and sought a higher scene.
THE LAST SURVIVER OF THE SIGNERS OF OUR DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE.
Assyria boasted him who humbled Tyre,
Her warrior monarch. Greece the clarion swell'd
For him of Macedon, whose sick'ning tear
Flow'd o'er the narrow limits of a world,
