thePEN AND THE SWORD.INSCRIBED TO THERIGHT HON. R. B. SHERIDAN.
And dar'st thou then with me compare,
Frail fleeting passenger of air!
Say, am not I my country's rock?
The lion in the battle's shock?
I pour impetuous from afar
The mighty torrent of the war,
Like Kissoun's waters, Phison's flood,
Spreads far the whelming tide of blood!
Forsaken parents well can tell
How fierce the raging currents swell;
Deserted lands the tide-mark form,
And nations perish in the storm.
Frail fleeting passenger of air!
Say, am not I my country's rock?
The lion in the battle's shock?
I pour impetuous from afar
The mighty torrent of the war,
Like Kissoun's waters, Phison's flood,
Spreads far the whelming tide of blood!
Forsaken parents well can tell
How fierce the raging currents swell;
Deserted lands the tide-mark form,
And nations perish in the storm.
