Virginia Argus

FOR THE ARGUS.

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Occasioned by the Surrender of Gen. Hull to the British forces, at Detroit.

MY heart is fixed; and as the needle points Still to the North, so with a steady aim My Country's weal I will pursue. What tho' Her ruthless foes with machinations dark Combine their forces, and with hellish hate Excite the Savage foe to wage the War. What tho' each tory press disasters tell Of Hull's inglorious fall, and Britain's strength; Divisions of the States, and evils worse Than all Pandora's Box of old contain'd? Still will I hope the best, and fervent pray That justice temper'd with the mildest beams Of mercy may chastise our foes; and zeal, That burns in every faithful patriot's soul, May call the Nation's friends into the field, And all our energies to action bring, Repel our foes and liberties maintain. Let but the people once to battle rise, Fired to defend it, and plant our Standard there Then let the North her boasted armies pour, And both the Canadas their forces join With Choctaws, Prophets, Wyandotts, and all The savage Lords, who crowd the frozen lakes: All! All, unequal to our gallant Sons, Shall quickly fly before fair freedom's arms, Or yield their lives upon the ensanguin'd plain. Then hail Columbia's Sons! to arms! to arms! And hurl a brave defiance at the foe!

LEONIDAS.