Daily National Intelligencer

FOR THE NATIONAL INTELLIGENCER.

Gentlemen—The following irregular stanzas were written in the impulse of the moment, however feebly expressed—the sentiments are doubtless congenial to many of your readers. If you do not think they disgrace the subject, you will of course insert them.

PHILANTHROPIA.

On the ratification of Peace, February 1815.

Waft, ye winds, th' ecstatic sound,
Breathe the tidings all around,
Peace, Heaven-born Peace, again is ours;
Again we own her sweet control.
Oh! raise a grateful hymn, my soul,
For hopes of future tranquil hours.

Hail! hail! again the joyous day,
Peace resumes her golden sway:
No more shall Ocean's sparkling wave,
With crimson-tinge the vessel lave;
Nor sacred blood of warriors slain
Shall fertilize the sterile plain:
No more the gallant and the brave
Shall seek a sanguinary grave!

These thy trophies, blood-stain'd War—
These the emblems of thy car—
Iron carnage drunk with gore;
The deep-mouth'd cannon's sullen roar;
Painful shrieks and dying groans,
Widow's pangs and orphan's moans;
Towns in ashes—commerce dead,
Smiling hope and comfort fled.

Strike, strike, my muse, the vocal shell.
Loud, loud, and sweet, the clarion swell;
For now ceas'd the baleful strife,
Which mad ambition held with life,
The Sun of Peace now gilds the day;
And sheds a softer, purer ray.

Benignant Power!—Theme Divine!
Borne on th' eventful wings of Time,
Extend thy joys to distant Lands;
Where'er the human foot shall press,
May Peace, sweet Peace, the region bless,
Through the wide Earth's remotest strands

From Albion's sea-girt Isle the Legions came
Breathing Vengeance—Veteran Hosts,
The bravest Sons which Britain boasts:
Let Spain, let Gallic sound their fame,
Columbia's Yeomanry have dimm'd their name.

Where Mississippi rolls its tide,
The plume'd Chiefs their Phalanx guide;
Alas! upon her fated soil,
They lost the best reward of toil.
Their Country's proud applause;
Their bravest Warriors struck the dust,
To shew the vanity of human trust,
To shew them, that a hand unseen
Directs and guides the whole machine."

May gratitude and wreath'd renown
Our brave triumphant Warriors crown,
Who on the Ocean and the Land have striv'n.
To save the soil so highly bless'd by Heav'n
May War and all its desolating band
Be banish'd ever from this smiling land,
Through the vast Globe its savage influence cease,
And Millions Hail an Universal Peace!