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THE PILGRIM FATHERS. The breaking waves dashed high

On a stern and rock-bound coast; And the woods against the stormy sky,

Their giant branches tost;
And the heavy night hung dark,

The hills and waters o'er,
When a band of exiles moored their bark

On the wild New England shore.
Not as the conqueror comes,

They, the true hearted came:-
Not with the roll of the stirring drums,

And the trumpet that sings of fame;-
Not as the flying come,

In silence, and in fear:-
They shook the depths of the desert’s gloom

With their hymns of lofty cheer.
Amidst the storm they sang,

And the stars heard, and the sea;
And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang

To the anthem of the free.
The ocean eagle soared

From his nest, hy the white wave's foam, And the rocking pines of the forest roared:

This was their welcome home.
What sought they thus afar?

Bright jewels of the sine?.
The wealth of seas?—the spoils of war?

They sought a faith's pure shrine.
Ay, call it holy ground,

The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found

Freedom to worship God!

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AIR—" John Bull caught a Tartar." BRAVE sons of the West, your deeds of renown

Unfold a new scene for the world to admire; Your valor unrivall’d, all Europe will crown,

As a subject for praise and a theme for the lyre; You've ennobled the waters on which you were born,

Mississippi emerges resplendent in storyprid the scenes that with triumph our country adorn,

New-Orleans arises unequal in glory.
Brave sons of the West, the blood in your veins,

At danger's approach, waited not for persuaders; You rush'd from your mountains, your hills and your

plains, And follow'd your streams to repel the invaders. You came, you encounter’d, you conquer'd the host

That Britain had dared to debark on your shores; New-Orleans for ever your valor will boast,

And Mississippi murmur your praise as it pours. Proud leaders of Britain, your fortune behold!

Embark'd in “ a secret and grand expedition,” You sail'd to gain triumph, and eke to get gold; You landed-march'd forward-and met your per

dition. The plain of New Orleans, ensanguined and red

With Britain's best blood, affords illustration; How many fine columns to conquest were led! How few have return'd from the “ grand demonstra

tion.” At a point so remote, you hoped to surprise,

And find a rich city devoid of protection; You knew not what faithful and vigilant eyes

Were watching your movements in every direction: With the eye of an eagle when guarding his nest,

MONROE saw their fav’rite New-Orleans in danger,

And sent to brave Jackson the sons of the West,

To welcome and bury the bones of the stranger. Brave sons of the West, all Europe will praise The promptness with which you perform’d your com

misssion; The world will admit that your conduct displays

A zeal to move on with a great expedition:” E’en Wellington's duke, who in France and in Spain,'

Oft sacrificed legions of Buonaparte's martyrs, Will swear, when he hears that his generals are slain,

Our Western backwoodsmen are certainly Tartars.


TUNE-" Humors of Glen." COME strike the bold anthem, the war-dogs are howl

ing. Already they eagerly snuff up


prey; The red cloud of war o'er our forests is scowling,

Soft, peace spreads her wings, and flies weeping away; The infants affrighted, cling close to their mothers, The youths grasp their swords, for the combat pre

pare; While beauty weeps fathers and lovers and brothers,

Who rush to display the American Star. Come blow the shrill bugle--the loud drum awaken

The dread rifle seize-let the cannon deep roar; No heart with pale fear, or faint doubtings be shaken,

* No slave's hostile foot leave a print on our shore; Shall mothers, wives, daughters, and sisters left weep

ing, Insulted by ruffians, be dragg’d to despair? Oh no—from the hills the proud eagle comes sweeping,

And waves to the brave the American Star.
The spirits of Washington, Warren, Montgomery,

Look down from the clouds with bright aspect serene; Come soldiers, a tear and a toast to their memory,

Rejoicing they'll see us, as they once have been;
To us the high boon by the gods has been granted,

To spread the glad tidings of liberty far,
Let millions invade us, we'll meet them undaunted,

And conquer or die by the American Star.
Your hands then, dear comrades, round liberty's altar,

United, we swear by the souls of the brave! Not one, from the strong resolution shall falter,

To live independent or sink in the grave. Then freemen fill up—Lo! the striped banner’s Aying,

The high birds of liberty scream through the air, Beneath her oppression and tyranny dying

Success to the beaming American Star.

STAR-SPANGLED BANNER. 0! say can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hail'd at the twilight's last

gleaming, Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the peril

ous fight, O'er the ramparts we watch'd were so gallanty

streaming? And the rockets’ red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still

there; O! say does that Star-spangled Banner yet wave,

O’er the land of the free, and the home rf the brave? On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence re

poses, What is that which the breeze o'er the towering steep,

As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses? Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam, In full glory reflected now shines on the stream:

'Tis the Star-spangled Banner_O! long may it wave

O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave. And where is that band who so vauntingly swore

That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion, A home and a country, should leave us no more! Their blood has wash'd out their foul footsteps' pol

lution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave, From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave,

And the Star-spangled Banner in triumph doth wave,

O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. O! thus be it ever when freemen shall stand,

Between their lov'd home, and the war's desolation, Blest with vict’ry and peace, may the Heaven-rescu'd

land, Praise the Power that hath made and preserv'd us a

nation! Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, And this be our motto-" In God is our trust;'

And the Star-spangled Banner in triumph shall wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

WELCOME LA FAYETTE. Composed at Nashville, and sung by the Young La. dies of the Nashville Female Academy, on the recep. tion of General La Fayette at that Institution, May 5th 1825.

Oh! welcome, warrior, to the soil
That gave the brave a bed,
Whose harvest yields the ample spoil
Of blood for freedom shed;
Welcome, welcome, to the shore,
Thy youthful footsteps fondly press'd,
Where free-born millions proudly join,
To hail the nation's guest-

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