Gazette Of The United States

THE CAPTIVE KING.

BY DR. WALCOT.*

RECITATIVE--Sung by Mr. INCLEDON.

And dimm'd the beam of hope that charm'd
Dead is the dream of life that calm'd in core,
Despair!

Yet let my soul be firm--past one short hour,
And Louis scorns the aim of Julian power.

SUNG.
Adieu, thou partner of my woes,
Where pictur'd hence reigns around;
And nought awakes the dread report,
But moans that deep with horror found.
No more these walls my grief shall hear,
And to a captive King reply,
When morning rose upon his tear,
And night descended on the sigh.
Forbear, my love, these drops to shed,
And joy to think my woes shall cease;
Lo! when the vale of death I tread,
I wander from the storm to peace!
Ye too, my idol babes, farewell!
Like me, whose tender forms may bleed;
The gloomy crimes of murder swell,
While nature shudders at the deed.
Ye know, we only fall to rise,
And start to glory from the dust;
To claim alliance with the skies,
The sacred refuge from th'ungust.
My spirit, lo! for yours shall wait;
Together we will seek the shore,
Where sorrow dies, and ruthfulness
Can give the parting pang no more!

CHORUS.
Go, injur'd King, with seraphs shine,
Behold, a brighter crown is thine,
And seraphs appear with gladden'd eyes,
An host to hail thee, 'midst the skies!

* More generally known by the name of Peter PINDAR,

PHILADELPHIA.