Phenix Gazette

POETRY.
From the New-York American.
The following lines by Washington Allston, distinguished by his works as a Painter were originally published in Coleridge's "Sybilline Leaves" without the name however.
They are, as is well said of them in the Boston Literary Gazette, of "a strain that will not die," and our readers will be glad to possess them.

LINES—BY WASHINGTON ALLSTON.

Though ages long have passed,
Since our fathers left their home,
Their pilot in the blast,
O'er untravelled seas to roam,
Yet lives the blood of England in our veins!

And shall we not proclaim
That blood of honest fame,
Which no tyranny can tame
By its chains?

While the language free and bold
Which the bard of Avon sung,
In which our Milton told,
How the vault of Heaven rung,
When Satan, blasted, fell with all his host;

While these, with reverence meet,
Ten thousand echoes greet,
And from rock to rock repeat,
Round our coast;

While the manners, while the arts,
That mould a nation's soul,
Still cling around our hearts,
Between, let ocean roll,
Our joint communion breaking with the sun,

Yet still from either beach
The voice of blood shall reach
More audible than speech,
We are one!