 | [Payne's welcome, in] Sketch of the life of John Howard Payne |  |
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PAYNE'S WELCOME.
Braid the wreath, the chaplet twine,
Weave the laurel with the vine,
Taste and mirth shall here combine,
To grace our revelry.
Weave the laurel with the vine,
Taste and mirth shall here combine,
To grace our revelry.
Native Genius claims our praise,
Tell his worth in tuneful lays,
Crown him with the shadowing bays,
Blooming verdantly.
Tell his worth in tuneful lays,
Crown him with the shadowing bays,
Blooming verdantly.
Freedom's sons who cease to roam,
Thus receive a welcome home,
Here beneath her temple's dome,
Where her anthems swell.
Thus receive a welcome home,
Here beneath her temple's dome,
Where her anthems swell.
Let each breast with joy expand,
While we thus with heart and hand,
Welcome to his native land,
The bard we love so well.
While we thus with heart and hand,
Welcome to his native land,
The bard we love so well.
'Tis to him, whose magic quill
Moulds our passions to his will,
Waking feeling's sweetest thrill,
We the tribute pay.
Moulds our passions to his will,
Waking feeling's sweetest thrill,
We the tribute pay.
'Tis to him, whose classic lyre
Can the coldest heart inspire,
With a glow of patriot fire,
That can ne'er decay.
Can the coldest heart inspire,
With a glow of patriot fire,
That can ne'er decay.
Does he not our hearts appall,
In the despot Tarquin's fall?
Does not sweet Lucretia, call
Tears of sympathy?
In the despot Tarquin's fall?
Does not sweet Lucretia, call
Tears of sympathy?
Does not Richelieu impart,
Tremors to the “Broken Heart?”
Do not gems of pity start
For his “Oswali?”
Tremors to the “Broken Heart?”
Do not gems of pity start
For his “Oswali?”
Lo! the magic wand he waves!
Kings and courtiers burst their graves,
Charles with all his merry knaves,
Join in revelry.
Kings and courtiers burst their graves,
Charles with all his merry knaves,
Join in revelry.
Clari and Therese are here,
See, the White Maid too appear!
“Home, sweet home,” salutes the ear,
Dear to memory.
See, the White Maid too appear!
“Home, sweet home,” salutes the ear,
Dear to memory.
Hail him welcome to the shores,
Where bright Freedom's Eagle soars,
Where her temple's open doors,
Welcome all the free!
Where bright Freedom's Eagle soars,
Where her temple's open doors,
Welcome all the free!
Where in academic bowers,
Shadowed by her loveliest flowers,
Once he passed the sweetest hours,
Of careless infancy.
Shadowed by her loveliest flowers,
Once he passed the sweetest hours,
Of careless infancy.
Bard, beloved by all the Nine,
Minstrel of the lyre divine,
Fadeless honors shall be thine,
Through futurity.
Minstrel of the lyre divine,
Fadeless honors shall be thine,
Through futurity.
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Take the wreath from friendship's hand
Woven by this festive band,
Welcome to thy native land—
Land of liberty.
Woven by this festive band,
Welcome to thy native land—
Land of liberty.
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