Turgentes animis, qui sunt in sede superbo,
Ob tua, sæpe humiles, adamantina vincula marent;
Abjecti, incassum insolitis rubeique tyranni

Et curis lugent, fulgent et inaniter ostro.

Cum natam voluit primum demittere ab alto,
Virtutem in terris, hominum pater, et sibi caram,
Progeniem tibi sideream tum tradidit ille,
Præcipiens teneram infantis te educere mentem.
Per multos sequitur virtus tractibilis annos,
Doctrinamque tulit duram, aspera, frigida nutrix !
Tristitiæque graves docuisti noscere vias,

* Disceret illa malo ut, miserus versata, moveri.

Attonitique, tuos fugiunt vultus metuendos
Stultitiæque cohors, fastosaque, vanaque turma,
Clamor, et immanis Risus, cum Gaudio inani.
Hi fugiunt nobis tempus dant discere justa :
Ut levis aura abeunt, et disperguntur iis cum
Hostilisque comes, nimium atque sodalis apricus;
Prosperitas ubi sit quærunt promissaque portant
Illi iterum fidei, illa iterum et in amore feruntur,

At gradibus, tibi sunt comites, sanctisque sequuntur
Vestibus ornata, in primis, Sapientia nigris,
Atque profundo animo vasta et sublimia versans.
Proxima nunc illa et, semper taciturna puella,

Oraque habens mosta, et terram in sua lumina tendens
Omnibus illa ac apparens blandissima Diva;
Justitia austeras dura imponens sibi leges;
Illa et sensibilis fundans a pectore guttas.

Tu, proles metuenda Deum, exaudique petentem,
Leniter exerceque tuum objurgante flagello;
Non ut visa, veni, pœnis succincta malorum,
Horrificans furiis, serpentibus undique compta,
Verberibusque ferox, et lumina torrida volvens;
Nec rapido incessu ardescens, nec voce minaci,
Horrens comitata altis plangoribus atri,
Nec Morbo, morienteque Spe, Penuría et arcta.

Et, Deu, sume sibi blanda ora, oculosque benignos,
Terroresque remitte tuos, et vincla relaxa;
Atque tua agmina fer veniens Sapientia tecum,
Non curas augere meas, lenire sed acres.

Da mihi naturam eversam inque reducere sedem ;
Et bene amare meos, ignoscere et instrue mentem.
Hæc quoque tu concede mihi, mea noscere prava,
Quo vivunt alii modo, et ipsum hominem esse peractum.

Hujus versus medulla extrahitur ossibus Virgilii, ut seq. "Haud ignara mali, miseris succurrere disco."

March, 1807.

L. M. SARGENT.

"Sweet pliability of man's temper, which can at once surrender itself to illusions, that cheat expectation and time of their weary moments."

GODDESS of golden dreams, whose magick power
Sheds smiles of joy o'er misery's haggard face,

And lavish strews the visionary flower
To deck life's dreary path with transient

grace:

I woo thee, FANCY, from thy fairy cell,
Where, mid the endless woes of human kind,
Wrapt in ideal bliss, thou lov'st to dwell,

And sport in happier regions, unconfined.

Deep sunk, oh Goddess! in thy pleasing trance,
Oft let me seek some low sequestred vale,
Whilst WISDOM's self shall steal a side-long glance
And smile contempt,-but listen to my tale.

Alas! how little do thy vot'ries guess

Those rigid truths, which learned fools revere,
Serve but to prove (oh bane to happiness!)
Our joys delusive, but our woes sincere.

Be 't theirs to search, where clust'ring roses grow,
Touching each sharp thorn-point to prove how keen;
Be 't mine to trace their beauties as they blow,

And catch their fragrance, where they blush unseen.

Haply, my path may lie through barren vales,
Where niggard Fortune all her smiles denies-
E'en there shall FANCY scent the ambient gales,
And scatter flow'rets of a thousand dyes.

Nor let the worldling scoff; be his the task

To form deep schemes, and mourn his hopes betray'd;
Be 't mine to range unseen, 'tis all I ask,

And frame new worlds beneath the silent shade;

To bid groves, hills, and limpid streams appear,
The gilded spire, arch'd dome, and fretted vault,
And sweet society be ever near,

LOVE ever fond, and friends without a fault.

I see entranc'd the gay conception rise,
My harvest ripen, and my white flocks thrive;
And still, as Fancy pours her large supplies,
I taste the godlike happiness to give ;

To check the patient widow's deep-felt sigh,
To shield her infant from the north-blast rude,

To bid the sweetly glittering tear arise,
That swims in the glad eye of gratitude.

To join the artless maid, and honest swain,
Where fortune rudely bars the way to joy,
To ease the tender mother's anxious pain,
And guard with fost'ring hand her darling boy.

To raise up modest merit from the ground,
And send the unhappy smiling from my door;
To spread content and cheerfulness around,
And banquet on the blessings of the poor.

Delicious dream! how oft beneath thy power,
Thus lessening the sad load of other's woe,
I steal from rigid fate one happy hour,
Nor feel I want the pity I bestow.

Delicious dream! how often dost thou give

A gleam of bliss, which truth would but destroy;
Oft dost thou bid my drooping heart revive,
And catch one cheerful glimpse of transient joy.

And oh! how precious is that timely friend,
Who checks affliction in her dread career;

Who knows distress-well knows that he may lend
One hour of life, who stops one rising tear.

Oh! but for thee, long since the hand of care
Had mark'd with livid pale my furrow'd cheek:
Long since the shivering hand of cold despair,
Had chill'd my breast, and forc'd my heart to break.

For ah! affliction steals with trackless flight,
Silent the stroke she gives, tho' not less keen;
And bleak misfortune, like an eastern blight,
Sheds black destruction, tho' it flies unseen.

Oh come then, FANCY, and with lenient hand,

Dry my moist cheek, and smooth my furrow'd brow; Bear me o'er smiling tracks of fairy land,

And give me more than Fortune can bestow.

Mix'd are the boons, and chequer'd all with ills,
Her smile the sunshine of an April morn;
The cheerless valley skirts the gilded hills,
And latent storms on every gale are borne.

Give me the hope that sickens not the heart,
Give me the wealth that has no wings to fly,
Give me the pride that honour may impart,
Thy friendship give me, warm in poverty.

Give me the wish that worldlings may deride,
The wise may censure, and the proud may hate;

Wrapt in thy dreams to lay the world aside,
And catch a bliss beyond the reach of Fate.

GENTLEMEN,

For the Anthology.

The following "elegant and glowing stanzas" are not from the pen of Mr. Barlow; nor were they recited by Mr. Beckley at the "elegant dinner," given by the Citizens of Washington to Captain Lewis.

See National Intelligencer, 16 January, 1807,

ON THE DISCOVERIES OF CAPTAIN LEWIS.(1)

GOOD people, listen to my tale,
"Tis nothing but what true is;
I'll tell you of the mighty deeds

Atchiev'd by Captain Lewis-
How starting from the Atlantick shore
By fair and easy motion,
He journied, all the way by land,
Until he met the ocean.

HEROICK, Sure, the toil must be
To travel through the woods, sir;
And never meet a foe, yet save

His person and his goods, sir!
What marvels on the way he found
He'll tell you, if inclin’d, sir—
But I shall only now disclose
The things he did not find, sir.

He never with a Mammoth met,

However you may wonder;
Nor even with a Mammoth's bone,
Above the ground or under-

And, spite of all the pains he took
The animal to track, sir,
He never could o'ertake the hog
With navel on his back, sir.

And from the day his course began,
Till even it was ended,
He never found an Indian tribe
From Welchmen straight descended:
Nor, much as of Philosophers

The fancies it might tickle;
To season his adventures, met
A Mountain, sous'd in pickle.

He never left this nether world-(2)
For still he had his reason-
Nor once the waggon of the sun

Attempted he to seize on.

To bind a Zone about the earth
He knew he was not able-
THEY SAY he did-but, ask himself,
He'll tell you 'tis a fable.

Notes.

(1) There are some understandings, graduated on such a scale, that it may be necessary to inform them, that our intention is not to depreciate the merits of Captain Lewis's publick services. We think highly of the spirit and judgment, with which he has executed the duty undertaken by him, and we rejoice at the rewards bestowed by congress upon him and his companions. But we think with Mr. John Randolph, that there is a bombast in Politicks, as well as in Poetry; and Mr. Barlow's " elegant and glowing stanzas" have the advantage of combining both.

(2) "With the same soaring genius, thy Lewis ascends,
"And seizing the Car of the Sun,

"O'er the sky-propping hills, and high-waters he bends,
"And gives the proud earth a new zone."

Thus sweetly sings the soaring genius of Barlow. He has in this stanza obtained an interesting victory over verse. He has brought zone and sun to rhyme together; which is more than ever was attempted by his great predecessor in psalmody, Sternhold.

He never dreamt of taming tides, (3)
Like monkeys or like bears, sir-
A school, for teaching floods to flow,
Was not among his cares, sir-
Had rivers ask'd of him their path,
They had but mov'd his laughter-
They knew their courses, all, as well
Before he came as after.

And must we then resign the hope

These Elements of changing?
And must we still, alas! be told

That after all his ranging,
The Captain could discover nought
But Water in the Fountains ?
Must Forests still be form'd of Trees ?
Of rugged Rocks the Mountains ?

We never will be so fubb'd off,

As sure as I'm a sinner!
Come-let us all subscribe, and ask
The HERO to a dinner-
And Barlow stanzas shall indite-

A bard, the tide who tames, sir-
And if we cannot alter things,
By G-, we'll change thier names, sir!

Let old Columbus be once more
Degraded from his glory;
And not a river by his name
Remember him in story-

For what is old Discovery

Compar'd to that which new is?
Strike-strike Columbia river out,
And put in-river Lewis!

Let dusky Sally henceforth bear
The name of Isabella;
And let the mountain, all of salt,
Be christen'd Monticella--
The hog with navel on his back

Tom Pain may be when drunk, sir-
And Foël call the Prairie-dog,

Which once was call'd a Skunk, sir.

And when the wilderness shall yield (4)
To bumpers, bravely brimming,

A nobler victory than men ;

While all our heads are swimming,
We'll dash the bottle on the wall

And name (the thing's agreed on)
Our first-rate-ship United States,
The flying frigate Fredon.

True-Tom and Joël now, no more
Can overturn a nation;

And work, by butchery and blood,

A great regeneration ;—

Yet, still we can turn inside out

Old Nature's Constitution,
And bring a Babel back of names-
Huzza! for REVOLUTION!

Notes.

(3)

"His long curving course has completed the belt,
"And tamed the last tide of the West.

"Then hear the loud voice of the nation proclaim,
"And all ages resound the decree,

"Let our Occident stream bear the young hero's name,

"Who taught him his path to the sea."

BARLOW's Stanzas.

Here the young HERO is exhibited in the interesting character of schoolmaster to a river; and the proposition, that the river should take his name by way of payment for his tuition, appears so modest and reasonable, that we should make no objection, were it not that the wages must be deducted from the scanty pittance of poor Columbus. He has already been so grossly defrauded by the name of this hemisphere, that we cannot hear with patience a proposal to strip him of that trifling substitute of a river, which had so late and so recently been bestowed upon him.

We invite the attention of the reader to the rare modesty of Mr. Barlow himself, who, in committing this spoliation upon the fame of Columbus, does not even allow him the chance of an adjudication, . . but undertakes, by self-created authority, to make proclamation for the whole nation, and to pronounce the decree for all ages!

(4) "Victory over the wilderness, which is more interesting, than that over men." -Barlow's Toast at the Dinner.