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FROM THE NATIONAL INTEIIIGENcEa.
| said to Sorrows pelting storm,
That beat against INV breast,
Rage on thou may'st destroy this form,
And lay it low at rest
But still the spirit that now brooks
Thy tempest raging high,
Undaunted on its fury looks


With stedfast eye.
! said to Penury's meagre train,
Advance your threats brave.
My last poor life-drop We may drain.
And crush me to the grave;
Yet still the spirit that endures,
Shall mock your force the while,
And meet each cold, cold grasp fyour's,
With bitter smile.
said to proud Neglect and Scorn,
Pass on heed you not;
Though thus unfriended and forlorn,
BY you am forgot;
Nv spirit, which, untam'd and free,
No SCOTS of yours annoy,
Draws from its own nobility


Its high-born JOY.
said to Friendships menac'd blow,
Strike deep! my heart shall bear;
Thou can'st but add one bitter woe
To those already there:
Yet still the spirit that sustains


This last, severe distress,
Shall smile upon its keenest pains,
And scorn redress.
said to Deaths uplifted dart,


Aim sure Oh, why delay;
Thou wilt not find n fearful heart,
A weak, reluctant prey;
For still this spirit, firm and free,


Triumphant DER dIsmay,
Bright in its own eternity,


Shall pass away.