The Power that led his chosen, by pillared cloud No. Freedom has a thousand charms to show, That slaves, howe'er contented, never know. and flame, Prologue to Mr. Addison's Cato. POPE. We must be free or die, who speak the tongue That Shakespeare spake; the faith and morals hold Which Milton held. In everything we are sprung • Cromwell, on a certain occasion, when his troops were about Of earth's first blood, have titles manifold. crossing a river to attack the enemy, concluded an address with these words: "Put your trust in God; but mind to keep your powder dry." Poems dedicated to National Independence, Part 1. Sonnet xvi. WORDSWORTH. This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle, Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands; SWITZERLAND. Thus every good his native wilds impart, Imprints the patriot passion on his heart; | And e'en those ills, that round his mansion rise, This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this But bind him to his native mountains more. England. This England never did, nor never shall, King John, Act v. Sc. 7. SHAKESPEARE. Hail Columbia! happy land! Who fought and bled in freedom's cause, Fired at the sound, my genius spreads her Enjoyed the peace your valor won! wing, THE BALLOT-BOX. Along the street The shadows meet Of Destiny, whose hands conceal That shape the State, And make or mar the common weal. 66 'CENTENNIAL" ECHOES. Of the Land that waits to behold thee rise: With hope on the lip and pride on the brow, In the clefts of the rocks, in the secret places, On the hills, in the crash of woods that fall, We heard her call; When the lines of battle broke, We saw her face in the fiery smoke; With the grace of a virgin Nation As a sacred zone around her! With a righteous voice, Far-heard through the ages, if not she? For the menace is dumb that defied her, The doubt is dead that denied her, Our fathers' God! from out whose hand To thank thee for the era done, And trust thee for the opening one. O, make thou us, through centuries long, Long as thine Art shall love true love, Centennial Meditation of Columbia: International Exposition, Who cometh over the hills, Her garments with morning sweet, Grace at the heart of all grace! And she stands acknowledged, and strong, and Freedom, O, fairest of all free! The National Ode: read at the Celebration in Independence Hall, The daughters of Time and Thought! Ode to Freedom: Centennial Anniversary of the Battle of Concord April 19, 1875. J. R. LOWELL. turned to the Earth, but she frowns on her her child; They turned to the Sea, and he smiled as of old: They I'weeter was the peril of the breakers white and wild, Sweeter than the land, with its bondage and gold: Cool zephyrs crisp the sea; ng the leaves the wind-harp Its serenade for thee. Among the ave Gew. Morris. |