SELECTED POETRY. FROM THE PORT FOLIO. PRIZE POEM. OCEAN.-A NAVAL ODE. ALL hail, thou mightiest, monstrous power! The nations bow the knee. This hour, when heaven's right arm hath hurled Its thunders round a warring world, O'er Christendom one bloody flag unfurl'd— Primeval Power! ere order sprung, OCEAN-that venerable name That borders on thy wide domain, I stand, and strive one glimpse to gain Of half thy worth, but strive in vain. Extent-whose untold regions lie Their copious veins of liquid gold, Blooming so long from all intrusion free, Genoa's boast, Iberia's shame; (Blest had he never ceas'd o'er thee to roam, Nor found disgrace, and chains, and death at home.) In weal or worthy aid can see- A fence between us and our foes. In peace thy stars have been our guides, And safe have been our billowy rides, As when some white wing'd seraph glides Far to that execrated shore, Where ancient Carthage tower'd of yore. "Twas thy supporting arms that bore 'Gainst Punic perfidy, the band, Who well aveng'd our injur'd land: To hide its blushes in the flood. But when no effort could withstand The wily Turk's ensnaring hand, Snatch'd for themselves the lighted brand, And now-though in the recent year Yet, when to Thee we turn our eyes, Ere, echoing round our gladden'd shore, The peal of triumph scarce was o'er, In direst, deadliest shock, could close With hearts as brave as Britain knows, And in that shock prevail! † We crowd not on the shudd'ring sight The horrors of that awful fight; It is scarcely necessary to state, that this alludes to the two conquests atchieved by the " Consitution" over the Guerriere and Java-the first under the immediate command of captain Hull; the second under that of commodore Bainbridge. It has been asserted, that no vessel of equal force has been known, in any service, to have acquired as much glory in as little time. + The engagement between captain Jones, in the « Wasp,” and the " Frolick,” in which the latter was captured. Not ours to count the cruel acars, And groans, and wounds of ocean-wars. The virtuous and the valiant died. Than to conceal from sight, from thought, Thou, Ocean, thou, the seamen's sire! Did they not, 'mid ourselves, inspire In all, the emulous desire As well to act, as to a 1mire! Witness, as well it may, That One could unattended roam To Albin's very channel home, In vain, but hold essay; And One could bid his cannon sound To St. Salvador's fartherest ground, Till Andes might the shock rebound, Of challenging the fray § And soon, with streamers waving nigh On thy blue throne exalted high, We hair'd another naval son Grac'd with the gift his arm had won; A rare and goodly gift, to greet A country ever proud to meet The same chivalrous chief, who bore Rich tributes once from Barb'ry's shore, As Allah's sons can tell; But now a nobler trophy shows, The cruise of commodore Rodgers. § The challenge of captain Lawrence to the Bon Citoyen. Wrested from mightier, manlier foes, That fane, whose gates, alas! now closed, Once more, upon thy list of fame, For him who ne'er can ask again! For him, most priz'd yet pitied most, For LAWRENCE honour'd-EAWRENCE lost! And better, nobler far! Who sprang where battle fiercest bled, And stay'd the waste of war. And snatch the sinking from the main. The life, in fight half lost before, Till, aiding in the great emprize, His comrades sunk before his eyes. The capture and safe conduct home, of the " Macedonian dere Decatur. |