Lynchburg Virginian

POETICAL.

From the Baltimore Patriot

The following lines are extracted from an unpublished poem. They are written in that strain of admiration which the muse withholds from distinguished talents and those intellectual odors, few

HENRY CLAY

Patriot and statesman, we raise

The hymn of one whose lofty mind

Forensic orations or to scan the

Statesman or circumstance in all its mode

On whom the proud all a just fate lot

Towers of legislative lore

And with immortal hope array'd

The patriot's mind, a southern star

Lauded are Lawton thinks by all its

hoar

Tresses which shall not pass away.

Ye gods and adored angels.

In future years his memory shall be

A hand laid on the altar of red fame

.in.h. rjour

to a star

mightier.

Asia hath right voice paid upon

the air

Land of the Incas' regions of the Sun

And Thebes whose pyramid mounds and

shrines

Recall'st ancient Egypt with her throne

Of starry mysteries,-Oh while there shines

Among ye, aught that brightens or refines,

It is undying fame with your career

It, as a lofty gratitude entwines

The olive for the statesman's bust or bier,

Sighing sharing with the crowd, to you his memory

shall be dear

A wanderer, in my early youth I stood,

Where wild and waste, interminably spread

The Pampas Plains in boundless solitude.

Where man's known voice is like a thing of dread

Where the lone Indian's or the tiger's tread

Or untamed steed, the long rank grass o'er bent,

Where rudely starting from his rocky bed.

On wings of thunder forth the condor went.

Majestic and calm through heaven's clear front

wont

Then said a swarthy native of the wild

Rude as thoughts as in his habits rude

I stood discoursing. He had ever been

A ranger of the unlorded solitude

Yet man's undying echoes had pursued

The steps of nature, wheresoe'er she strayed

Stealing on the breeze and murmured to the woods,

And unto the herd's dance, displayed

The achievements of a mind my own land's hope

and pride

Oh then! My Country! Ever dear to thee

Should be the fame of greatness, 'tis the dower

That vestal Freedom brings unto the free

A torch-like treasure of her truth and power

Be storied o'er the age. Remembered be the hour

Engraven to fame the deeds of worth

Applause as settling in a shower

Of constant muses shall deck the earth

As if the alone of gods or men of heavenly birth

Mexico

I pass o'er those extensive Plains that extend

along with the Cordilleras for several

fathoms &