The African. WIDE Over the tremulous sea The moon spread her mantle of light; On the forecastle Maraton stood, His sighs passed unheard on the gale. Ah, wretch! in wild anguish he cried, Ere o'er the salt waves thou wert borne ! Through the groves of Angola I strayed, Love and hope made my bosom their home; Nor dreamt of the sorrow to come. * Published anonymously in 1788. It is the joint production of Mr. Roscoe and Dr. Currie. From the thicket the man-hunter sprung, Accursed be the merciless band, That his love could from Maraton tear; And blasted this impotent hand, That was severed from all I held dear. Flow, ye tears-down my cheeks ever flowStill let sleep from my eyelids depart; And still may the arrow of woe Drink deep of the stream of my heart. But, hark! on the silence of night Slow o'er the smooth ocean she glides, As the mist that hangs light on the wave; And fondly her lover she chides, That lingers so long from his grave! "O! Maraton, haste thee," she cries; "Here the reign of oppression is o'er; The tyrant is robbed of his prize, Now sinking amidst the dim ray, She beckons, and I must pursue. To-morrow, the white man in vain Shall proudly account me his slave; And rush to the realms of the brave. Secular Song, ON THE REVOLUTION OF 1688.* SINCE Freedom here fixed her immutable throne, When James, the worst heir of a tyrannous line, * Recited by Mr. Roscoe in 1788, on the celebration of the centenary of the Revolution of 1688. Like an angel commissioned by goodness divine, Then William arose and asserted our cause: Then grasp the deep bowl, the full chorus prolong, To William and Freedom be sacred the song! Could the sons of Britannia, supine and unjust, Be dead to the transports the season inspires, The spirits of those who now moulder in dust Would speak from their ashes, to kindle our fires: Then grasp the deep bowl, the full chorus prolong, To William and Freedom be sacred the song! To Nature the boon of existence we owe, But 't is Liberty crowns it with honour and joy; The worth of her smile by experience we know, To enjoy it we live, to preserve it we 'll die : Then grasp the deep bowl, the full chorus prolong, To William and Freedom be sacred the song! Round this altar of Freedom united we bow, Our libations shall aid her unquenchable flame, Which here, to transmit to our children, we vow, Bright and vivid as when from our fathers it came: Then grasp the deep bowl, the full chorus prolong, To William and Freedom be sacred the song! Song.* UNFOLD, Father Time! thy long records unfold, But know, 'midst the triumph these moments reveal, As Spring to the fields, or as dew to the flower, Too long had Oppression and Terror entwined * On the Celebration of the taking of the Bastile. Produced by Mr. Roscoe at a Meeting held on the 14th July, 1790. |