Fowle's New Hampshire Gazette And General Advertiser

Parnassian Spring.

For the New-Hampshire Gazette.

Mr. PRINTER,

By inserting the following lines in your useful paper,
which were written by a young lady on hearing of
the appointment of Major-General SULLIVAN,
as President of this State, by the free suffrages
of the people at large, you will oblige your friend
and constant customer.
s.

FAME thro' the western world now wings her
way,
Her trumpet sounds, hark! hear the goddess say,
The hero who led forth your troops of late
Is now the august director of the state;
Push round the cheerful bowl, dismiss your care,
Apollo's fav'rite son now fills the chair:
For him ye tuneful bards prepare your lay,
'Tis next to censure to withhold your praise;
Prepare your various wreaths his brows to grace,
The greatest genius holds the greatest place,
Right reason and the people's voice approve;
For where's the man that more deserves their love,
Who labors more by worthy deeds to raise
His country's glory and advance her praise?
View him e'er Britain fought with hostile hand
In slavery's chains to bind the unhappy land,
With clearest knowledge of his country's laws,
His gifts were all employ'd in freedom's cause:
At the bar he shines amidst a numerous throng
Who crowd to catch the accents of his tongue;
He thinks with judgment, and he speaks with ease;
His eloquence even envy's ears can please,
In peace or war the godlike man we find
Still watching o'er the welfare of mankind
For see! Bellona rears her horrid head!
The trumpet's clangor fills the world with dread
His country calls, he throws aside the pen,
And martial order glows in every vein;
Warm'd by the trumpet's animating sound,
He longs to meet the foe on hostile ground;
Where wars and fiery tumults rage he flies,
And all the hero sparkles in his eyes,
There he asserts his injur'd country's right,
Amidst surrounding dangers see him fight!
Tho' mild in peace, yet once arous'd to war
Like Mars himself he shakes the vengeful spear:
Bold in the camp as in the senate wise,
Resolves by worthy deeds alone to rise;
In savage lands now see the hero roam,
Far from his friends. far from his native home;
Wyoming's dreary wilds can witness bear
To the dire hardships he sustain'd in war;
The foe subdu'd in triumph he returns;
With gratitude each generous bosom burns,
Hark! how they shout! the laurel crown prepare,
Again he comes to breath his native air;
Columbia's battles bravely hast thou fought,
Thy vast atchievements ne'r shall be forgot;
In shining characters thy much lov'd name
Shall stand enrolil'd among the sons of fame.