Rhode Island American And Providence Gazette

POETRY.
The following lines breathing inspiration, are from
Lord Byron's Ode to Venice. Let our country cherish
the lessons it inculcates, and beware lest by dis-
union and faction, her fate shall render the first line
true without a single qualification.

The name of commonwealth is past and gone,
O'er the three fractions of the groaning globe;
Venice is crushed, and Holland deigns to own
A sceptre and endures the purple robe;
If the free Switzer yet bestrides alone
His chainless mountains, 'tis but for a time,
For tyranny of late is cunning grown,
And in its own good season tramples down
The sparkles of our ashes. One great clime
Whose vigorous offspring by dividing ocean
Are kept apart and nursed in the devotion
Of Freedom, which their fathers fought for, and
Bequeath'd—a heritage of heart and hand,
And proud distinction from each other land,
Whose sons must bow them at a monarch's motion,
As if his senseless sceptre were a wand
Full of the magic of exploded science—
Still one great clime, in full and free defiance,
Yet rears her crest, unconquered and sublime,
Above the far Atlantic!—She has taught
Her Esau-brethren that the haughty flag,
The floating fence of Albion's feebler crag,
May strike to those whose red right hands have bought
Rights cheaply earned with blood. Still, still, forever
Better, though each man's life-blood were a river,
That it should flow, and overflow, than creep
Through a thousand lazy channels in our veins,
Damn'd like the dull canal with locks and chains,
And moving, as a sick man in his sleep,
Three paces, and then faltering—better be
Where the extinguished Spartans still are free,
In their proud charnel of Thermopylae,
Than stagnate in our marsh—or o'er the deep
Fly, and one current to the Ocean add,
One spirit to the souls our fathers had,
One freeman more, America, to thee!