ODE.

Written for, and sung at the celebration of the Artillery Election, June 4, 1797.

Tune "THE HERO COMES.

WHEN first the Mitre's wrath to shun,
Our Grandsires travelled with the sun,
Columbia's wilds they sought from far,
And Freedom shone their guiding star.

CHORUS.

Seize thy clarion, Fame,

Let the Poles proclaim,

Each illustrious name,

That crossed the pathless wave.

Join, ye martial throng,

Fame's immortal song,

Bid the chorus roll along,

Long live the brave.

In battle brave, in council wise,

They bade the school of Valour rise,
Whose pupils awed the astonished world,

And Freedom's sacred flag unfurled.

CHORUS.

Seize thy clarion, Fame,

Let the Poles proclaim,

Each illustrious name,

That bade these banners wave.

Join, &c.

While o'er our fields, with havock dyed,
Bellona rolled her crimsoned tide,

Like Beauty's lovely goddess rose

Well skilled to guide the helm of state,
Like Howard good, like Chatham great,

A chief was ours of deathless fame,

And Hancock was the godlike name.

CHORUS.

Seize thy clarion, Fame,

Let the Poles proclaim,

Hancock's glorious name,

Whose soul disdained the slave.

Join, &c.

Columbia wept; the Virtues sighed,

And Freedom mourned when Hancock died;

While choirs of seraphs sung on high,

He's welcome to his native sky.

CHORUS.

Seize thy clarion, Fame,

Let the Poles proclaim,

Hancock's deathless name,

Has triumphed o'er the grave.

Join, &c.

To arms! to arms! when Freedom calls,
No pang the hero's breast appals;
But when the trumpet's clangours cease,

Let Virtue tune the lute of Peace.

CHORUS.

Seize thy clarion, Fame,

Let the Poles proclaim,

Freedom's glorious flame

Shall soon inspire the slave.

Join, ye martial throng,
Fame's immortal song,

Bid the chorus roll along,

Long live the brave.

SONG.

THE YEOMEN OF HAMPSHIRE.

Written for, and sung at the celebration of the Artillery Election, June 4, 1801.

To the shades of our ancestors loud is the praise,

That descends with their deeds, and inspires by reaction! To the heirs of their glory the pæan we raise,

The "Yeomen of Hampshire," the Victors of Faction; Be theirs the proud tale,

That though Anarch assail,

Each ploughman still sings to the Stream of his Vale.

CHORUS.

Roll on loved Connecticut, long hast thou ran,
Giving blossoms to Nature, and morals to Man.

Where'er thy rich waters erratick display

Thy deluge of plenty, like Nile, overflooding;
The Mind and the Season thy impulse obey,

And patriot Virtue and Spring are in budding;
While each leaf, as it shoots,

With its promise of fruits,

Proclaims the thrift moisture, that cultures its roots.

CHORUS.

Roll on loved Connecticut, long hast thou ran,

Giving blossoms to Nature, and morals to Man.

Through the vallies of Hampshire, bright Order's abode,
Thou lovest in gay circles to range and to wander ;
While pleased with thy empire, to lengthen the road,
Thou givest to thy channel another meander;
And when on the way,

Near Northampton you stray,

How slow moves thy current its homage to pay!

CHORUS.

Roll on loved Connecticut, long hast thou ran,
Giving blossoms to Nature, and morals to Man.

Again flow thy stream, as sublimely it rolled,

In triumph effulgent, from Freedom reflected;

On that festival day, when Old Anarch was told,

That his arts had been foiled, and his Foe was elected; When thy bright waves along,

Reechoed the song,

To the Christian, the Statesman, the Patriot STRONG ;

CHORUS.

Whose course loved Connecticut like thine, has ran
To cultivate Nature, and moralise Man.