POETRY.

ODE TO LIBERTY.
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BY THE BOSTON BARD.
When Freedom, meath the battle storm,
Her weary head reclined;
And round her fair majestic form
Oppression fan had twined,
Amidst the din, beneath the cloud,
Great WASHINGTON appear'd,
With daring hand, roll'd back the shroud,
And thus the suff 'rer cheer'd.
Spurn-spurn despair! be great-be free
With giant strength arise;
Stretch-stretch thy pinions, Liberty,
Thy flag plant in the skies:
Clothe-clothe thyself in glory's robe,
Let stars thy banners gem;
Rule-rule the sea, possess the globe,
Wear victory's diadem.
Go tell the world world is born,
Another orb gives light,
Another sun ilumes the morn,


Another star the night.
Be just, be brave, and let thy name,
Henceforth COLUMBIA be;
Wear-wear the oaken wreath of fame,
The wreath of Liberty.
He said and 10! the stars of night,
Forth to her banner flew,
And morn with pencil dipp'd in light,
Her bushes on it threw,
Columba's chieftain seized the prize,
All gloriously unfurl'd,
Sear'd with it to his native skies,
And wav'd it Ger the world.