All generous--while that power was proved, To war the brave adventurers moved, And catched the seaman's art, Met on their own domain, the crew Of foreign slaves, that never knew The independent heart. Thou, Independence, vast design; The efforts of the brave were thine, When doubtful all, and dark; It was a chaos to explore; It seemed all sea, without a shore, Nor on that sea an ark. For You, the young, the firm, the brave, Too often met an early grave, Unnoticed and unknown: On naked shores were seen to lie, In scorching heats were doomed to die With agonizing groan. By strength, or chance, if some survived Disease, which hosts of life deprived, That life they should devote, To venture all in Freedom's cause, To combat tyrants, and their laws, So felt near this sad spot. Yes--and the spirit which began, (We swear by all that's great in man) That spirit shall go on, To brighten and illume the mind, 'Till tyrants vanish from mankind And Tyranny is Done. [178] From the edition of 1809. THE TOMB OF THE PATRIOTS[179][A] Quae Tiberine, videbis Funera, cum, tumulum praeter labore recentum! _Virg._ [A] Occasioned by the general procession of many thousands of the citizens of New York on the 26th of May, 1808, to inter the bones and skeletons of american prisoners who perished in the old Jersey, and other prison ships, during the revolutionary war; and which were now first discovered by the wasting of the shores and banks on Long Island, where they had been left.--_Freneau's note._ When Philip's son possess'd his native lands And train'd on grecian fields his grecian bands, In Thebes subdued, or Athens near her fall, He saw no honor, or despised it all. To be reduced to universal sway The world's vast prospect in perspective lay;-- While yet restricted to Larissa's plain He cursed his fortune for a lot so mean, On all his steps the gloom of sadness hung, And fierce resentment all his bosom stung That fortune's whim restrain'd to such a floor, Had done so little, and might do no more. Mercantile Tyre his laboring mind oppress'd, The persian throne deprived his soul of rest-- The world his stage, he meant to play his part, And unsubjected India gall'd his heart!