Disturb not the rest of the free and the brave, Enshrined deep in honor they sweetly repose, They swore that the banner of freedom should wave O'er their dear native land regardless of foes, But thou, O Missouri, hast trampled on all That free men would fight for or patriots feel O thou queen of the west how great is thy fall-- Thy wounds deep and deadly no balsam can heal. Let us fly, let us fly to the land where the light Of Liberty's stars still illumine each spot, Where the cottager's smile for ever is bright, And the chains of a tyrant encircle us not. In the fair Illinois the eagle's bold wing Is stretched o'er a people determined and free, And the shouts of her sons in melody ring O'er her bower covered groves and fine prairie. A NEW YEAR'S SONG. This morning in silence I ponder and mourn, O'er the scenes that have passed no more to return, How vast are the labors, the troubles and fears, Of eight hundred millions who've toiled through the year. How many ten thousands were slain by their foes, While widows and orphans have mourn'd o'er their woes, While pestilence, famine and earthquakes appear, And signs in the heavens throughout the past year. How many been murder'd and plunder'd and robb'd, How many oppressed and driven by mobs, How oft have the heaven's bedewed with their tears The earth o'er the scenes they beheld the past year. But the day-star has dawn'd o'er the land of the bless'd, The first beams of morning, the morning or rest; When cleans'd from pollution the earth shall appear As the garden of Eden, and peace crown the year. Then welcome the new year, I hail with delight, The season approaching with time's rapid flight; While each fleeting moment brings near and more near, The day, long expected, the great thousand years. I praise and adore the eternal I Am; Hosanna, hosanna to God and the Lamb, Who order the seasons that glide o'er the spheres, And crown with such blessings, each happy new year. A LAMENTATION. ON TAKING LEAVE OF NEW-YORK. Adieu to the city, where long I have wandered, To tell them of judgments and warn them to flee; How often in sorrow, their woes I have pondered: Perhaps in affliction, they'll think upon me. With a tear of compassion, in silence retiring, The last ray of hope for your safety expiring; A feeling of pity this bosom inspiring-- Sing this lamentation and think upon me. How often at evening your halls have resounded With th' pure testimony of Jesus, so free; While the meek were rejoicing, the proud were confounded, The poor had the gospel;--they'll think upon me. When Empires shall tremble at Israel returning, And earth shall be cleans'd by the Spirit of burning; When proud men shall perish, and Priests with their learning,-- Sing this lamentation, and think upon me.