While dying crowds the lingering life-blood pour,
And slippery steeps are trod with prints of gore.
There, glorious Warren, thy cold earth was seen;
There spring thy laurels in immortal green:
Dearest of chiefs that ever press'd the plain,
In freedom's cause with early honours slain,
Still dear in death as when in fight you mov'd,
By hosts applauded and by Heav'n approv'd;
The faithful Muse shall tell the world thy fame,
And unborn realms resound th' immortal name.

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THE COLUMBIAD

Eager he look'd: another train of years

Had roll'd unseen and brighten'd still their spheres.
Earth, more resplendent in the floods of day,
Assumed new smiles, and flush'd around him lay:
Green swell the mountains, calm the oceans roll,
Fresh beams of beauty kindle round the pole;
Thro all the range where shores and seas extend,
In tenfold pomp the works of peace ascend.
Robed in the bloom of spring's eternal year,

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And ripe with fruits, the same glad fields appear;
O'er hills and vales perennial gardens run,
Cities unwall'd stand sparkling to the sun;

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The streams, all freighted from the bounteous plain,
Swell with the load and labor to the main,
Whose stormless waves command a steadier gale
And prop the pinions of a bolder sail;

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Sway'd with the floating weight, each ocean toils,
And joyous nature's full perfection smiles.

Fill'd with unfolding fate, the vision'd age
Now leads its actors on a broader stage:
When, clothed majestic in the robes of state,

Moved by one voice, in general congress meet

The legates of all empires. Twas the place

Where wretched men first firm'd their wandering pace,
Ere yet, beguiled, the dark delirious hordes
Began to fight for altars and for lords;

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Nile washes still the soil, and feels once more
The works of wisdom press his peopled shore.

In this mid site, this monumental clime,
Rear'd by all realms to brave the wrecks of time
A spacious dome swells up, commodious great,
The last resort, the unchanging scene of state.
On rocks of adamant the walls ascend,
Tall columns heave, and sky-like arches bend;
Bright o'er the golden roofs the glittering spires
Far in the concave meet the solar fires;
Four blazing fronts, with gates unfolding high,
Look with immortal splendor round the sky.
Hither the delegated sires ascend,

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And all the cares of every clime attend.

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As that blest band, the guardian guides of heaven,

To whom the care of stars and suns is given,

When one great circuit shall have proved their spheres

And time well taught them how to wind their years,

Shall meet in general council, call'd to state
The laws and labors that their charge await,

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To learn, to teach, to settle how to hold

Their course more glorious as their lights unfold;

From all the bounds of space (the mandate known)
They wing their passage to the eternal throne;
Each thro his far dim sky illumes the road,
And sails and centres tow'rd the mount of God,
There in mid universe their seats to rear,
Exchange their counsels and their works compare:
So, from all tracts of earth, this gathering throng
In ships and chariots shape their course along,
Reach with unwonted speed the place assign'd,
To hear and give the counsels of mankind.

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South of the sacred mansion, first resort
The assembled sires, and pass the spacious court.
Here in his porch earth's figured Genius stands,

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Truth's mighty mirror poizing in his hands.
Graved on the pedestal and chased in gold,

Man's noblest arts their symbol forms unfold:-
His tillage and his trade, with all the store
Of wondrous fabrics and of useful lore;
Labors that fashion to his sovereign sway

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Earth's total powers, her soil and air and sea,
Force them to yield their fruits at his known call,
And bear his mandates round the rolling ball,
Beneath the footstool all destructive things,
The mask of priesthood and the mace of kings,
Lie trampled in the dust; for here at last
Fraud, folly, error all their emblems cast.
Each envoy here unloads his wearied hand
Of some old idol from his native land:
One flings a pagod on the mingled heap,
One lays a crescent, one a cross to sleep;

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Swords, sceptres, mitres, crowns and globes and stars,
Codes of false fame and stimulants to wars

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Sink in the settling mass; since guile began,

These are the agents of the woes of man.

Now the full concourse, where the arches bend,
Pour thro by thousands and their seats ascend.
Far as the centred eye can range around

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Or the deep trumpet's solemn voice resound,
Long rows of reverend sires sublime extend,
And cares of worlds on every brow suspend.

High in the front, for soundest wisdom known,

A sire elect in peerless grandeur shone:

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He open'd calm the universal cause,

To give each realm its limit and its laws,

Bid the last breath of tired contention cease

And bind all regions in the leagues of peace;
Till one confederate, condependent sway
Spread with the sun and bound the walks of day,
One centred system, one all-ruling soul
Live thro the parts and regulate the whole.
"Here, then," said Hesper, with a blissful smile,
"Behold the fruits of thy long years of toil.
To yon bright borders of Atlantic day
Thy swelling pinions led the trackless way,
And taught mankind such useful deeds to dare,
To trace new seas and happy nations rear;
Till by fraternal hands their sails unfurl'd
Have waved at last in union o'er the world.
Then let thy stedfast soul no more complain
Of dangers braved and griefs endured in vain,

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Of courts insidious, envy's poison'd stings,
The loss of empire and the frown of kings,
While these broad views thy better thoughts compose
To spurn the malice of insulting foes,
And all the joys descending ages gain

Repay thy labors and remove thy pain."

1807.

THE HASTY-PUDDING

CANTO I

Ye Alps audacious thro' the Heav'ns that rise
To cramp the day and hide me from the skies,
Ye Gallic flags that, o'er their heights unfurl'd,
Bear death to kings and freedom to the world,
I sing not you. A softer theme I chuse,
A virgin theme, unconscious of the Muse,
But fruitful, rich, well suited to inspire
The purest frenzy of poetic fire.
Despise it not, ye Bards to terror steel'd,

Who hurld your thunders round the epic field;
Nor ye who strain your midnight throats to sing
Joys that the vineyard and the still-house bring,
Or on some distant fair your notes employ
And speak of raptures that you ne'er enjoy.
I sing the sweets I know, the charms I feel,
My morning incense and my evening meal,
The sweets of Hasty-Pudding. Come, dear bowl,
Glide o'er my palate and inspire my soul.
The milk beside thee, smoking from the kine,

Its substance mingled, married in with thine,
Shall cool and temper thy superior heat,
And save the pains of blowing while I eat.
Oh, could the smooth, the emblematic song
Flow like thy genial juices o'er my tongue,
Could those mild morsels in my numbers chime,
And as they roll in substance roll in rhyme,

No more thy aukward unpoetic name
Should shun the Muse or prejudice thy fame,
But, rising grateful to th' accustom'd ear,

All Bards should catch it, and all realms revere.

Assist me first with pious toil to trace
Thro' wrecks of time thy lineage and thy race:
Declare what lovely squaw, in days of yore
(Ere great Columbus sought thy native shore),
First gave thee to the world; her works of fame
Have liv'd indeed, but liv'd without a name.

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Some tawny Ceres, goddess of her days,

First learn'd with stones to crack the well-dry'd maize,

Thro' the rough sieve to shake the golden show'r,

In boiling water stir the yellow flour:

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The yellow flour, bestrew'd and stir'd with haste,
Swells in the flood and thickens to a paste,
Then puffs and wallops, rises to the brim,
Drinks the dry knobs that on the surface swim;
The knobs at last the busy ladle breaks,
And the whole mass its true consistence takes.
Could but her sacred name, unknown so long,
Rise like her labors to the son of song,

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To her, to them, I'd consecrate my lays,

And blow her pudding with the breath of praise.

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If 't was Oella, whom I sang before,

I here ascribe her one great virtue more.

Not thro' the rich Peruvian realms alone

The fame of Sol's sweet daughter should be known,
But o'er the world's wide climes should live secure,
Far as his rays extend, as long as they endure.

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Dear Hasty-Pudding, what unpromis'd joy Expands my heart to meet thee in Savoy!

Doom'd o'er the world thro' devious paths to roam,
Each clime my country, and each house my home,

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My soul is sooth'd, my cares have found an end;

For climes oblique, that fear the sun's full rays,