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Poem
March 18, 1841
The Charlotte Journal
Charlotte, Mecklenburg County, North Carolina
What is this article about?
Introduction from Washington Globe on George Washington's birthday, featuring the poem 'THERE'S A STAR IN THE WEST' by Lewellin from London Weekly Despatch, praising Washington's leadership in the fight for liberty and comparing him to historical figures.
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From the Washington Globe,
WASHINGTON.
As the birth-day of the Father of his Country—the man without fear and without reproach, who like the lovely chief d'oeuvre of the Grecian artist, exhibits in one glow of associated beauty the pride of every model and the perfection of every master; like Caesar, merciful: like Hannibal, patient; like Scipio, continent; the man whom, the temptations of earth could not corrupt—is near at hand, will you give a corner of your widely circulated paper to the following beautiful tribute to the memory of the immortal Washington, taken from an English newspaper?
LEWELLIN.
From the London Weekly Despatch
THERE'S A STAR IN THE WEST.
There's a star in the west that shall never go down
Till the records of valor decay:
We must worship its light though tis not our own
For liberty bursts in its ray;
Shall the name of Washington ever be heard
By a freeman and thrill not his breast'
Is there one out of bondage that hails not the word
As the Bethlehem star of the west?
"War, war to the knife; be enthrall'd or ye die!"
Was the echo that waked in the land:
But it was not his voice that prompted the cry,
Nor his madness that kindled the brand:
He raised not his arm, he defied not his foes,
While a leaf of the olive remained:
Till goaded with insult his spirit arose
Like a long baited lion unchained.
He struck with firm courage the blow of the brave,
But sighed o'er the carnage that spread;
He indignantly trampled the yoke of the slave,
But wept for the thousands that bled.
Tho' he threw back the fetters that headed the strife,
Till man's charter was fully restored.
Yet he pray'd for the moment when freedom and life
Would no longer be pressed by the sword
Oh! his laurels were pure, and his patriot name
In the page of the future shall dwell,
And be seen in all annals the foremost in fame
By the side of a Hofer and Tell.
Revile not my song for the wise and the good
Among Britons have nobly confessed,
That his was the glory and ours was the blood
Of the deeply stained field of the west.
From the Washington Globe,
WASHINGTON.
As the birth-day of the Father of his Country—the man without fear and without reproach, who like the lovely chief d'oeuvre of the Grecian artist, exhibits in one glow of associated beauty the pride of every model and the perfection of every master; like Caesar, merciful: like Hannibal, patient; like Scipio, continent; the man whom, the temptations of earth could not corrupt—is near at hand, will you give a corner of your widely circulated paper to the following beautiful tribute to the memory of the immortal Washington, taken from an English newspaper?
LEWELLIN.
From the London Weekly Despatch
THERE'S A STAR IN THE WEST.
There's a star in the west that shall never go down
Till the records of valor decay:
We must worship its light though tis not our own
For liberty bursts in its ray;
Shall the name of Washington ever be heard
By a freeman and thrill not his breast'
Is there one out of bondage that hails not the word
As the Bethlehem star of the west?
"War, war to the knife; be enthrall'd or ye die!"
Was the echo that waked in the land:
But it was not his voice that prompted the cry,
Nor his madness that kindled the brand:
He raised not his arm, he defied not his foes,
While a leaf of the olive remained:
Till goaded with insult his spirit arose
Like a long baited lion unchained.
He struck with firm courage the blow of the brave,
But sighed o'er the carnage that spread;
He indignantly trampled the yoke of the slave,
But wept for the thousands that bled.
Tho' he threw back the fetters that headed the strife,
Till man's charter was fully restored.
Yet he pray'd for the moment when freedom and life
Would no longer be pressed by the sword
Oh! his laurels were pure, and his patriot name
In the page of the future shall dwell,
And be seen in all annals the foremost in fame
By the side of a Hofer and Tell.
Revile not my song for the wise and the good
Among Britons have nobly confessed,
That his was the glory and ours was the blood
Of the deeply stained field of the west.
What sub-type of article is it?
Ode
Ballad
What themes does it cover?
Patriotism
Liberty Independence
What keywords are associated?
Washington
Liberty
Patriotism
Star West
American Independence
What entities or persons were involved?
Lewellin
Poem Details
Title
There's A Star In The West.
Author
Lewellin
Subject
Tribute To The Memory Of The Immortal Washington
Form / Style
Rhymed Stanzas
Key Lines
There's A Star In The West That Shall Never Go Down
Till The Records Of Valor Decay:
Shall The Name Of Washington Ever Be Heard
By A Freeman And Thrill Not His Breast'
Oh! His Laurels Were Pure, And His Patriot Name
In The Page Of The Future Shall Dwell,