The Rhode Island Republican

POETRY.

[The following is one of the Prize Poems for which the Editors of the Port Folio awarded a premium. It was written by Mr. Edward C. Holland, of Charleston, South-Carolina.]

OUR NAVAL GLORY.

HAIL to the heroes whose triumphs have brighten'd
The darkness which shrouded America's name;
Long shall their valor in battle that lighten'd,
Live in the brilliant escutcheons of fame :
Dark where the torrents flow,
And the rude tempests blow,
The stormy clad spirit of Albion raves;
Long shall she mourn the day,
When in the vengeful fray,
Liberty walk'd like a God on the waves.

The ocean, ye chiefs, (the region of glory,
Where fortune has destin'd Columbia to reign,)
Gleams with the halo and lustre of story,
That curl round the waves as the scene of her fame;
There on its raging tide,
Shall her proud navy ride,
The bulwark of freedom, protected by Heav'n ;
There shall her haughty foe,
Bow to her prowess low.
There shall renown to her heroes be giv'n.

The pillar of glory, the sea that enlightens,
Shall last till eternity rocks on its base,
The splendor of fame its waters that brightens,
Shall light the last footsteps of time in its race
Wide o'er the stormy deep,
Where the rude surges sweep,
Its lustre shall circle the brows of the brave;
Honor shall give it light,
Triumph shall keep it bright,
Long as in battle we meet on the wave.

Already the storm of contention has hurl'd,
From the grasp of old England the trident of war;
The beams of our Stars have illlumin'd the world,
Unfurl'd our standard floats proud in the air :
Wild glares the Eagle's eye,
Swift as he cuts the sky.
Marking the wake where our heroes advance;
Compass'd with rays of light,
Hovers he o'er the fight;
Albion is heartless, and stoops to his glance.