THE MORNING. BEHOLD, my fair, the ruddy morn Anticipate the day; What beauteous tints the sky adorn, And gild the azure way ! The sombre mists, which gloomy night Had gather'd in the vale, Are born aloft, and wing their flight Before the rising gale. Now chang'd to clouds of varied hue, The plumy tenant of the grove Is perch'd on yonder spray, And serenades his little love To taste the pleasures of the morn Is bliss without alloy, Though Fashion's drowsy vot'ries scorn To quaff the cup of Joy. But rise, my lovely charmer, rise To greet the early ray, And let my TERAMINTA's eyes Add lustre to the day. AN ODE.* ALMIGHTY POWER! The ONE SUPREME ! With hearts as solemn as our theme, Then, while we swell the sacred song, May seraphim the strain prolong, And hymns of glory fill the skies. Thy word omnifick form'd this earth, Thy fiat gave to Nature birth And tun'd to harmony the spheres. * This ode was written to the musick of an anthem, previously composed for other words, by Oliver Holden, Esq. Charlestown, Massachussetts, a gentleman eminent for his musical talents, and sung during divine service, at the anniversary of Vermont General Election. When stern Oppression's iron hand, And o'er the wild wave seek the land Where Freedom rears her hallow'd dome. When tempests howl'd, and o'er the main, To stem the fury of the storm! When savage hordes, from wilds immense, Thine arm made bare in our defence, Thou badst the wilderness disclose The desert blossom'd like the rose, And breath'd Arabia's rich perfume!" * The wicked shall be turned into hell, and all those who forget God. Psalms. Look down from heaven's empyreal height, Our feet to guide in Wisdom's way. The sons of Faction strike with awe, On those thy choicest blessings shower TILL EARTH'S THE MINIATURE OF HEAVEN! |