No hostile flag shall hover in your

skies;

No pirate keep your mariners in awe.

Be the rights of your shores by Cannon Law expounded,
And your waters shall be safe, where hook and line are sounded.

On the shoals of Newfoundland,

Let your tars and boats command,
For a Mine of wealth you keep

In the Bank beneath the deep,

Whose Charter, lawful Charter, is renewed by every sea.

Huzza! Huzza! &c. &c. &c.

If equal justice neutral laws proclaim,

No power will presumptuous your sovereignty disgrace;
Among your Stars inscribe a Nation's name,

Your flag will guard, your freedom and your race.

Base submission, inviting indignity and Plunder,

Like a worm, kills an Oak, which should have braved the

thunder.

Though beneath the rifting ball,

Should the mountain monarch fall,

Still in majesty he reigns,

And, though prostrate, rules the plains;

And scions, blooming scions, spring, to renovate the tree.

Huzza! Huzza! &c. &c. &c.

Arouse! Arouse! Columbia's Sons, Arouse!

And burst through the slumber of faction-dreaming fears;
Bid Cannons shake the tempests from your brows,
And the clouds shall echo glory on your ears.
When the trumpet of Victory, Independence claiming,
Swelled o'er your hills, from fields in battle flaming;

When the Freedom of the land,

By your Patriotick Band,

To this Temple was consigned,

'Twas with Washington enshrined,

That the Charter, sacred Charter, there, immortal should be.

Huzza! Huzza! &c. &c. &c.

ODE.

Written for, and sung at the Anniversary of the Faustus Association, October 3, 1809.

Tune "ADAMS AND LIBERTY."

ON

N the tent-plains of Shinah, Truth's mystical clime,
When the impious turret of Babel was shattered,

Lest the tracks of our race, in the sand-rift of Time,

Should be buried, when Shem, Ham and Japheth were scattered,

Rose the genius of Art,

Man to man to impart,

By a language, that speaks, through the eye, to the heart.

CHORUS.

Yet rude was Invention, when Art she revealed,

For a block stamped the page, and a tree ploughed the field.

As Time swept his pennons, Art sighed, as she viewed
How dim was the image, her emblem reflected;

When, inspired, father Faust broke her table of wood,
Wrought its parts into shape, and the whole reconnected,
Art with Mind now could rove,

For her symbols could move,

Ever casting new shades, like the leaves of a grove.

CHORUS.

And the colours of Thought in their elements run,
As the prismatick glass shows the hues of the Sun.

In the morn of the West, as the light rolled away

From the grey eve of regions, by bigotry clouded, With the dawn woke our Franklin, and, glancing the day, Turned its beams through the mist, with which Art was enshrouded;

To kindle her shrine,

His Promethean line

Drew a spark from the clouds, and made Printing divine!

CHORUS.

When the fire by his rod was attracted from Heaven,
Its flash by the type, his conductor, was given.

Ancient Wisdom may boast of the spice and the weed,
Which embalmed the cold forms of its heroes and sages;

But their fame lives alone on the leaf of the reed,
Which has grown through the clefts in the ruins of

Could they rise, they would shed,

Like Cicero's head,

ages;

Tears of blood on the spot, where the world they had led.

CHORUS.

Of Pompey and Ceser unknown is the tomb,

But the type is their forum, the page is their Rome,

Blest genius of Type! down the vista of time

As thy flight leaves behind thee this vexed generation, Oh! transmit on thy scroll, this bequest from our clime, The Press can cement, or dismember a nation.

Be thy temple the mind!

There, like Vesta, enshrined,

Watch and foster the flame, which inspires human kind!

CHORUS.

Preserving all arts, may all arts cherish thee;
And thy science and virtue teach man to be free!

The following explanatory notice of this Ode is extracted from the Port

Folio.

In this Ode, the great stages of the art are poetically described in the three first verses; to each of which there is an appropriate chorus. Printing upon blocks with immoveable types was invented by the descendants of Noah, "on the tent-plains of Shinah," and was nearly coeval with the first rude assays at agriculture. But the art remained in this state of imperfection, till "father Faust broke her tablet of wood," and invented the moveable type. In succeeding generations the art received various improvements, prior to the era of Franklin, who first united the genius of philosophy to the art of the mechanic.

How would Antiquity "hide her diminished head," could she "burst her cearments," and survey the comforts and elegances, which flow from the art and science of modern life? Her heroes and sages would shed

"Tears of blood on the spot where the world they had led,"

at their limited means of greatness; but they would with holy aspirations bless the "genius of type," which had so widely diffused their glory and so permanently embalmed their fame.

The concluding verse impresses a salutary lesson, and conveys a noble moral. We fervently hope that neither the lesson, nor the moral will pass unregarded by the conductors of literary and political Journals; for they stand at the fountains of publick opinion and direct the course of its torrents.