Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: A thousand snowy sails are spread — Their children dwell at rest, Old Ocean's spoils their tribute make, And sport upon his breast. So let it be, while circling years Their awful round complete, Peace crown the strand that welcomed home Our fathers' weary feet; But be their day of gloom and dread Forgotten never more, When high in more than human hope They trod the savage shore. TO A RETIRED VETERAN.1 Jackson ! whose name to future times will g Known by rash deeds in passion's fiery hour Conceived and wrought; whence many mischiefs came That mar thy fame, And worked thy country woe ; Unkind abuses of the civic power, — For which thy kitchen-cabinet, oh shame! Perchance were most to blame, Yet mixed with good of no mean quality That on thy scutcheon shall emblazoned be, — The patriot fire, that won thy country's praise, And a whole life spent in the public cause; From boyhood's generous days To the old age, that long has seemed to pause On the dim shore of the eternal sea! Count that thy noblest and thy proudest hour, Worthy the Roman name, Or more, thy country's fame, When 'mid the clang of war, and the hot haste, And victory's rapturous taste, And thy firm hand fixed on resistless power, — The conqueror's sword fell, — and the downward steel Bowed to the civic wreath ! On high the Law, that guides the commonweal — The soldier stood beneath ! Supreme o'er crimson conquest's clarion breath A voice serene and still, — The State's Collected Will And now reposing in thy Hermitage, Amid such contemplations, we would trust, As best befit thy venerable age, Crumbling to dust; I pray thee, General, do not mar it all! Take my advice,— I deprecate thy fall! Not honor nice, Nor thought of justice, nor...