The miscellaneous works of David Humphreys Late Minister Plenipotentiary from the United States of America to the Court of Madrid |
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Nor less our woes. Now darkness gather'd round;
The thunder rumbled, and the tempest frown'd;
When lo! to guide us through the storm of war,
Beam'd the bright splendour of Virginia's star.
O first of heroes, fav'rite of the skies,
To what dread toils thy country bade thee rise!
“Oh rais'd by heav'n to save th' invaded state!”
(So spake the sage long since thy future fate)
'Twas thine to change the sweetest scenes of life
For public cares—to guide th' embattled strife;
Unnumber'd ills of ev'ry kind to dare,
The winter's blast, the summer's sultry air,
The lurking dagger, and the turbid storms
Of wasting war, with death in all his forms.
Nor aught could daunt. Unspeakably serene,
Thy conscious soul smil'd o'er the dreadful scene.
The thunder rumbled, and the tempest frown'd;
When lo! to guide us through the storm of war,
Beam'd the bright splendour of Virginia's star.
O first of heroes, fav'rite of the skies,
To what dread toils thy country bade thee rise!
“Oh rais'd by heav'n to save th' invaded state!”
(So spake the sage long since thy future fate)
'Twas thine to change the sweetest scenes of life
For public cares—to guide th' embattled strife;
Unnumber'd ills of ev'ry kind to dare,
The winter's blast, the summer's sultry air,
The lurking dagger, and the turbid storms
Of wasting war, with death in all his forms.
Nor aught could daunt. Unspeakably serene,
Thy conscious soul smil'd o'er the dreadful scene.
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