A land enslaved, his generous heart disdain'd Which tyrants fetter'd, and where tyrants reign'd: Disgusted there, he left the hibernian shore The laws that bound him, and the isle that bore. Bold, open, free, he call'd the world his own, Preferr'd our new republics to a throne; And lent his aid their insults to repay, Repel the britons and to win the day. In every art of subtlety untaught, He spoke no more, than "just the thing he ought;" For justice warm, he spurn'd, with just disdain, The mean evasion, and the law's chicane. Burke! to thy shade we pay this last address, And only say what all, who knew, confess: Your virtues were not of the milder kind, But rugged independence ruled your mind, And, stern, in all that binds to honor's cause, No interest sway'd you to desert her laws. Then rest in peace, the portion of the just, Where Carolina guards your honor'd dust: Beneath a tree, remote, obscure, you sleep, But all the sister virtues, round you, weep; Your native worth, no tongue, no time arraigns, That last memorial, and the best remains! [176] From the edition of 1815. Ædanus Burke, a native of Ireland, died in Charleston, S. C., March 30, 1802. He was a soldier of the Revolution, a judge of the State Supreme Court, and a member of the first Federal Congress. He was a man of the purest patriotism, and his influence was wide and potent. TO THE REV. SAMUEL STANHOPE SMITH, D.D.[177] And president of Nassau-hall, at Princeton, New-Jersey, on the rebuilding of that noble edifice, which had been destroyed by fire This honor'd pile, so late in ashes laid, Once more emerges, by your generous aid; Your aid, and their's, who through our vast domain, Befriend the muses, and their cause sustain. In flames involved, that stately fabric fell, Where, long presiding, you deserved so well; But to the dust when you beheld it fall, The honor'd, famed, majestic, Nassau-Hall, Not then repining in that darkened hour Your native genius show'd its native power, And plann'd the means to bid a structure rise Pride of the arts, and favorite of the wise. For this we saw you trace the unwearied mile And saw the friends of Nassau on you smile; They to your efforts lent their generous aid, And every honor to your genius paid, To the firm patron of the arts they gave What Alfred lavish'd, and what arts should have.