THE AMERICAN IN EUROPE. 55 Although they boast no classic lore, the shores it proudly laves Are not, like those I here behold, the soil of serfs and slaves! Oh! sad the thought:-In these fair lands where Freedom had her birth, Dwell the down-trodden-the enslaved-the byword of the earth; That Freedom's holy altar thus is desecrated here, And shrines to Despotism given, to Liberty so dear;That lands which once Leonidas and Brutus their's might boast, The memory of their names have now degenerately lost! Hence, though they be in sunny skies and classic ruins dress'd, I long to breathe my native air, to tread my own free West! And stronger grows the feeling, with each day and hour I roam No land is like our native land-no country like our home! AMERICA!—my native land!—my thoughts still turn to thee, Like the lover's to his mistress-like the sailor's to the sea! A SONG OF SEVENTY-SIX. A SONG to the men of the olden time!— Submission to tyrants was deemed a crime- A pledge to the brave! who dared to crave And to fill-each martyred one— A freeman's death, and a freeman's grave, At Bunker and Lexington! A health to the bold and fearless men, With hearts to dare, and with hands to pen Our Charter of Liberty! Oh! never, while bears that scroll one name By us be forgotten the deeds or the fame AMBITION-TRUE AND FALSE. 66 By this sin fell the angels." "Yet press on, For it shall make you mighty among men; N. P. WILLIS. METHINKS it were a glorious theme That bright, e'en though delusive dream, That soul-consuming phantasm-Fame! The burning wish to win a name To Immortality; A name for nations to adore, When he who won it is no more! I do not mean that evil fire The world has oft appalled,— Insane Ambition's fell desire For glory, falsely called; That thirst for power-the lust of sway, When, on Rome's Capitoline Hill He stood-Rome's only law his will! I speak not of the sullied fame Of him of Macedon; Though linked in history his name, Till, this world subject to his will, Nor of the lurid lustre thrown By chivalric Romance, Round him of modern Macedon, Imperial, conquering France: AMBITION-TRUE AND FALSE. 59 For, hark! as rolls from battle-plain How dim his deeds of evil name Not such as these the fame to choose, Not such as theirs the means to use How fell from his imperial height It tells-Macedon's mighty king And Cæsar's fate we know He through a thousand battles pass'd |