Dispels the wintry storm, the chilling rain,
With rich abundance clothes the smiling plain,
Gives all creation to rejoice around,
And life and light extends o'er nature's utmost bound.

Though shone thy life a model bright of praise,
Not less the example bright thy death pourtrays.
When, plung'd in deepest woe, around thy bed,
Each eye was fix'd, despairing sunk each head,
While nature struggled with severest pain;
And scarce could life's last lingering powers retain :
In that dread moment, awfully serene,
No trace of suffering mark'd thy placid mien,
No groan, no murmuring plaint escap'd thy tongue,
No low'ring shadows on thy brow were hung ;
But calm in christian hope, undamp'd with fear,
Thou saw'st the high reward of virtue near,
On that bright meed in surest trust repos’d
As thy firm hand thine eyes expiring clos'd
Pleas'd, to the will of heaven resign'd thy breath,
And smil'd as nature's struggles clos'd in death.

Ill-fated country-lo, of aid bereft, Thy spear is broken and thy buckler cleft ! What arm shall now a firm support bestow, And shield thee harınless from the threat’ning foe ; Who, mid the storm, with fearless hand shall guide Thy course in safety o'er the troubled tide ? See faction lift on high his hateful head, O'er his dark brow unwonted smiles are spread, His lurid eye malignant triumph glares, And joy infernal every feature wears ! For now no more that piercing eye he fears, No more that voice, with terror thrill'd, he hears ; That eye, fan whose bright beam he shrunk dismay'd, And veil'd his treasons in the midnight shade ; That fateful voice which levell'd in the dust His plots nefarious, and his high-rais'd trust; For, lo, in slumbers of the grave repos'd, Hush'd is that voice, that eye in darkness clos'd !

Ye youth, Columbia's pride, to whom has heaven In sacred trust her future welfare given ;

On whom devolves the high the important charge ; · Her rights to guard, her happiness enlarge ;

Fix'd to whose course immutably remains
Her bliss or woe, her liberty or chains !
O let your PATRIOT FATHER's precepts rest
Deep in your hearts indelibly imprest !
Let his example bright your souls inspire,
To virtue kindle and to glory fire ;
Teach you the yells of faction to despise,
Unmasque his arts and strip his thin disguise ;
To spurn, with generous pride and mark'd disgrace,
The attempts insidious of a foreign race,
To spread their baleful influence o'er your land
Direct its councils and its strength command,
What means soe'er their end to gain they try,
Or force employ, or artifice apply,
If with the tiger's glare they mark the prey,
Or crafty serpent's subtleties display.
Nor e'er seduc'd let.discord's fiends abhorr'd
Tempt you to draw the parricidal sword,
Your country's breast to wound with mortal blow,
And lay the bulwark of her safety low;
But, friends to order, firm, in union'd band,
Around your government collected stand,
That edifice on equal freedom rear'd,
By reason sandion'd, and by truth rever'd,
Let dire disunion, party rage expire,
And one great object all your bosoms fire,
Bid local hate and jealousy subside,
The offspring mean of ignorance and pride ;
And teach the world Columbia's sons alone
One glorious object of contention own,
By virtuous acts, disinterested zeal,
And fond devotion to their country's weal,
With unremitting ardor to pursue,
The path that Washington has op'd to view.

Tribute, by Mr. PAINE, of Massachusetts.

H Washington ! thou hero, patriot, sage!

Friend of all climes, and pride of every age ! Were thine the ļaurels, every soil could raise, The mighty harvest were penurious praise. Well may our realms, thy fabian wisdom boast; Thy prudence sav'd, what bravery had lost. Yet e'er hadst thou, by heaven's severer fates, Like Sparta's hero at the Grecian straits, Been doom'd to meet in arms, a world of foes, Whom skill could not defeat, nor walls oppose, Then had thy breast, by danger ne'er subdued, The mighty buckler of thy country stood; Proud of its wounds, each piercing spear would bless, Which left Columbia's foes one javelin less; Nor felt one pang-but, in the glorious deed, Thy little band of heroes too, must bleed ; Nor throbb'd one fear-but, that some poison'd dart Thy breast might pass, and reach thy Country's heart!

[From a London Newspaper.]

GR

REAT without pomp, without ambition brave,

Proud, not to conquer fellow-men, but save ;
Friend to the weak, a foe to none but those
Who plan their greatness on their brethren's woes;
Aw'd by no titles-undefil'd by lust-
Free without faction, obstinately just;
Too wise to learn from Machiavel's school,
That truth and perfidy by turns should rule ;
Warm'd by religion's sacred, genuine ray,
That points to future bliss th' unerring way ;
Yet ne'er control'd by superstition's laws,
That worst of tyrants in the noblest cause.

On the death of general GEORGE WASHINGTON, from a late

London paper.

LAMENTED chief, at thy distinguish'd deeds,

The world shall gaze with wonder and applause ;
While on fair hist'ry's page the patriot reads

Thy matchless valor in thy country's cause.

Yes, it was thine, amid destructive war,

To shield it nobly from oppression's chain; By justice arm’d to brave each threat'ning jar,

Assert its freedom, and its rights maintain.

Much honored hero, statesman, husband, friend,

A gen'rous nation's grateful tears are thine ; E'en unborn ages shall thy worth commend,

And never-fading laurels deck thy shrine.

Illustrious warrior ! on the immortal base,

By freedom rear'd, thy envied name shall stand; And fame, by truth inspir’d, shall fondly trace

Thee, pride and guardian of thy native land.