THE PILGRIM FATHERS. THE breaking waves dashed high And the heavy night hung dark, The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true hearted came: Not with the roll of the stirring drums, Not as the flying come, In silence, and in fear: They shook the depths of the desert's gloom Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard, and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang The ocean eagle soared From his nest, by the white wave's foam, And the rocking pines of the forest roared:— This was their welcome home. What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine?. The wealth of seas?-the spoils of war? They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found— Freedom to worship God! NEW ORLEANS, OR THE SONS OF THE WEST. AIR-" John Bull caught a Tartar." BRAVE Sons of the West, your deeds of renown Mid the scenes that with triumph our country adorn, Brave sons of the West, the blood in your veins, At danger's approach, waited not for persuaders; You rush'd from your mountains, your hills and your plains, And follow'd your streams to repel the invaders. You came, you encounter'd, you conquer'd the host That Britain had dared to debark on your shores; New-Orleans for ever your valor will boast, And Mississippi murmur your praise as it pours. Proud leaders of Britain, your fortune behold! Embark'd in "a secret and grand expedition,' You sail'd to gain triumph, and eke to get gold; You landed-march'd forward-and met your per dition. The plain of New-Orleans, ensanguined and red At a point so remote, you hoped to surprise, Were watching your movements in every direction: With the eye of an eagle when guarding his nest, MONROE saw their fav'rite New-Orleans in danger, And sent to brave Jackson the sons of the West, misssion; The world will admit that your conduct displays A zeal to move on with a 66 great expedition:" E'en Wellington's duke, who in France and in Spain," Oft sacrificed legions of Buonaparte's martyrs, Will swear, when he hears that his generals are slain, Our Western backwoodsmen are certainly Tartars. THE AMERICAN STAR. TUNE" Humors of Glen." COME strike the bold anthem, the war-dogs are howling. Already they eagerly snuff up their prey; The red cloud of war o'er our forests is scowling, Soft peace spreads her wings, and flies weeping away; The infants affrighted, cling close to their mothers, The youths grasp their swords, for the combat prepare; While beauty weeps fathers and lovers and brothers, Come blow the shrill bugle-the loud drum awaken- Insulted by ruffians, be dragg'd to despair? Oh no-from the hills the proud eagle comes sweeping, And waves to the brave the American Star. The spirits of Washington, Warren, Montgomery, Look down from the clouds with bright aspect serene; Come soldiers, a tear and a toast to their memory, Let millions invade us, we'll meet them undaunted, Your hands then, dear comrades, round liberty's altar, STAR-SPANGLED BANNER. O! SAY can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hail'd at the twilight's last gleaming, Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watch'd were so gallanty streaming? And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there; O! say does that Star-spangled Banner yet wave, O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave? On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence re poses, What is that which the breeze o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses? Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam, In full glory reflected now shines on the stream: 'Tis the Star-spangled Banner-O! long may it wave O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave. And where is that band who so vauntingly swore That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion, No refuge could save the hireling and slave, O! thus be it ever when freemen shall stand, Between their lov'd home, and the war's desolation, Blest with vict'ry and peace, may the Heaven-rescu'd land, Praise the Power that hath made and preserv'd us a nation! Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, And the Star-spangled Banner in triumph shall wave WELCOME LA FAYETTE. Composed at Nashville, and sung by the Young La dies of the Nashville Female Academy, on the recep tion of General La Fayette at that Institution, May 5th 1825. OH! welcome, warrior, to the soil Whose harvest yields the ample spoil |