While patriot fiends, with dæmon glare,
Flash, shriek and hurtle in the air!

Rule, &c.

Alone, amid the coil serene,

New-England stands, and braves the scene,

Majestic as she lifts her eye,

The stars appear-the dæmons fly.
Rule, &c.

At length the dawn, like that, which first
Upon primeval Chaos burst,

Athwart our clime its radiance throws,
And blushes at the wrecks, it shows.
Rule, &c.

Old Massachusetts' hundred hills
Awake and chaunt the matin song;

A realm's acclaim the welkin fills,
The federal Sun returns with Strong.
Rise, &c.

And thou, pale orb of waning light,

Democracy, thou changeling Moon, Art doomed to wheel thy maniac flight, Unseen amid the cloudless Noon.

Rule, &c.

ODE.

THE STREET WAS A RUIN.

Written for, and sung at the Anniversary of the Massachusetts Chari. table Fire Society, June, 1804.

THE Street was a Ruin, and Night's horrid glare
Illumined with terror the face of Despair;

While houseless, bewailing,

Mute Pity assailing,

A Mother's wild shrieks pierced the merciless air,
Beside her stood Edward, imploring each wind,
To wake his loved sister, who lingered behind;
Awake, my poor Mary,

Oh! fly to me, Mary;

In the arms of your Edward, a pillow you'll find.

In vain he called, for now the volum❜d smoke,
Crackling, between the parting rafters broke;
Through the rent seams the forked flames aspire,
All, all, is lost; the roof's, the roof's on fire!

A flash from the window brought Mary to view,

She screamed as around her the flames fiercely blew ;

Where art thou, mother!

Oh! fly to me, brother!

Ah! save your poor Mary, who lives but for you!

Leave not poor Mary,

Ah! save your poor Mary!

Her visioned form descrying,

On wings of horror flying,

The youth erects his frantick gaze,

Then plunges in the maddening blaze!
Aloft he dauntless soars,

The flaming room explores;
The roof in cinders crushes,
Through tumbling walls he rushes!
She's safe from Fear's alarms;
She faints in Edward's arms!

Oh! Nature, such thy triumphs are,
Thy simplest child can bravely dare.

ODE.

SPIRIT OF THE VITAL FLAME.

Written for, and sung at the Anniversary of the Humane Society, May, 1804.

Air ADAGIO.

O'ER the swift-flowing stream, as the tree broke in air,

Plunged a youth in the tyrannous wave;

No ear heard his shriek; faint with toil and despair,
He sunk, and was whelmed in his grave!

RECITATIVO.

See, Humanity's angel alights on the scene!

Though the shadows of Death have dissembled his mien; See, his corse is redeemed from the Stream's icy bed, And a mother's wild grief shrieks, "Alas! he is dead!"

Air-LARGO MAESTOso.

Spirit of the Vital Flame,

Touch with life his marble frame,
From the day-star's radiant choir,

"

Bring thy torch of quenchless fire,
And bid a mother's hope respire!

ALLEGRO.

Hither, sparkling cherub, fly!

Mercy's herald, cleave the sky!

To human prayer, benignant Heaven
The salient spring of life has given;
And Science, while her eye explores
What power the dormant nerve restores,
Surveys the Godhead, and adores;
And him, the first of Glory's clan,
Proclaims, who saves a fellow man!

MAESTOSO.

Spirit of the Vital Flame!
Touch again his marble frame!
Bid the quivering nerve return,
'Till the kindling eye discern

A mother's tears with rapture burn!

ALLEGRO ASSAI.

Behold the quickening Spirit raise

The trembling limb, the wandering gaze! Instinct listens! Memory wakes!

Thought from cold Extinction breaks;

Reason, motion, frenzy, fear,

Religion's triumph, Nature's tear,
Almighty Power, thy hand is here!

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