For the WilminStonian.
COMMODORE PORTER FALLEN.
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Know'st thou the reason why the hero tell,
By secret cunning, and the cruel dart'
The sword of tscord in the hand of he'll,
By envy manag'd, stabb'd him to the heart:
4 roaring lion has been late let loose,
Ranging the fields of blest America;
Ofl,ring to every honest man abuse,
Prowlng at midnight for his destin'd d prey.
A serpent floats upon old oceans wave,
Whose fangs are mostend with the drop ae-


SPAR;


A long lean lizard creeps Der honor's grave,
And stings the luckless foot that presses there
demon rises thro the realms ofgloom,
Tremendous storms, and tempests TO lore


bode;
Waking with thunders the triimphal tomb,
Which fell Ingratitude has bathed IN blood
The tomb of honor, where our hero lies
Dash'd from the summit of Fame's proudest


height,
There he has fallen-there Freedoms hero dies,
Entomb'd, like Barron, in the shades ofnight.
fault in Judgment, has good mans fame
In run'd fragments from its summit huri'd:
But glory, still, shall circle his bright name,
And laugh the scandal round the list'ning
world.
His monument is in the patriots heart,


Nor blazing discord shall assail ii there,
Nor fell revenge shall there its pang lmpart,
| Nor bloated envy with her snaky hair.
But, ah / fear the direfu1 scene will come,
When Freedoms fabric, like a Greece shall


fall;


When civil war, shall beat the doubling drum,
Or foreign powers, like vutures, seize on all
Methinks see Columba's warrior sires,


Weep DER the conquest that their arms a.


chicv'd;


Methinks view some sad funerea fires,
And Liberty, ofall her boast bereav'd.
Methinks the good, the great, the brave expire,
Like Poland's hapless state had once to dei
While discord waves her brand OF flaming lire,
And flashing fulies below round the sky
So Greece once fell, and blotted her bright page
BY Rome's proud legions, in her fetters
i chan'd;


The demon dscortl, in her rav'nous rage,


Kiss'd the. bright sword her country's blood
! had stain'd.


So fell the mighty mistress Of the world,


The fair republic of once powerful Rome,
Fell like giant by Joves thunder hurPd,
And sunk, like Spain, to penuIy's dark tomb


MILFORD BARD.