The Rhode Island Republican

POETRY.

FROM THE BOSTON GAZETTE.

ODE
To the Memory of the gallant American Tars, who fell
in the late action between the Constitution and
Guerriere Frigate.

How swells the congregated strain,
Throughout our wide domain!
Hark! 'tis the note of praise,
Opposing spirits raise;
The meed of glory, due
To Hull, lov'd Hero, and his gallant Crew.

Now party rancor ceas'd,
And ancient feuds at rest
See! at the conquest feast,
Pure amor patria sways each breast,
Here time-bleach'd "foeman" break the bread of
peace,
And bid each long-nurs'd, rankling hatred cease:

In valor's praise the sparkling cup goes round,
The patriot-bard, with new-born fire,
Wakes the gay witch'ries of his lyre.
And- Freedom's Cradle echoes with the sound

'Tis goodly all :--but let the muse now tell
Of those who died
On vict'ry's side,
And far beneath the dark billow dwell.

In honest, though a humble line,
The sadly-pleasing task be mine,
To sing the mem'ry of the hardy brave,
Whose gallant blood
C. Distain'd the flood
And now in ocean find a peaceful grave.

Long as this deed is known,
That gilds Columbia's fame
The record shall be shown.
Where glow each deathless name,
O'er thee, WH! Bean, and those around who fell,
She'll patriot-icoling long delight to dwell,

Oh! now, let fancy rove
To where toil'd Mild-ey'd Bet,
Meek child of dire distress,,
Broods the mem'ry of her slaughter'd love.
Now faded is the dream of bliss
That flitted o'er her ruptur'd mind.
When on her sailor's urn reclin'd.

She'd theft and strove the parting kiss,
War-heart, adieu! proud vict'ry fails to cheer
While ev'ry eye beams joy, her's glistens with a tear:

Oft. too, shall honest friendship mourn
A fond kindred soul, untimely gone,
Some heart, though humble, kind, sincere,
Where feeling flow'd, an inmate dear,
Where, tho' a rugged soil, fair honor learn'd to bloom,
And now sheds lasting fragrance o'er the wat'ry tomb.

Now, hallow'd Shades! to fame's ne'er dying page,
We leave the task thy bold exploit to tell,
And when the offspring of some future age
Shall on the scroll of thy achievement dwell,
O. may a cherish'd spark each pulse inspire,
And bid them dauntless brave the war-fiend's ire;
Then, prompt to shield their battle-purchas'd land,
Each vale shall boast a gallant, Spartan band:
Then, when our "forests" to the "seas descend,"
Shall future Hulls their country's rights defend.

CARLOS.