Far in the west, beneath auspicious skies,
In fertile vales, see mighty nations rise!
Where the stain’d savage chas’d the bounding deer,
See crowded marts and towering spires appear.
In eastern climes, though freedom’s torch expires,
Here it shall flame, and still increase its fires.
On fam’d Parnassus, tho’ extinct her light,
It proudly burns on Chimborazo’s height.
Sad Greece! with foes in fearful odds at bay,
While christian nations doubt to join the fray,
And friends forsake, nor prayers nor valor heed—
(Shame to their souls!)—in this thy utmost need.
Yet courage, Greece! thy cherish’d name shall live,
And in its ancient glory shall revive;
Yes! freedom’s car o’er every realm shall roll,
And spread her choicest gifts from pole to pole;
Oppression’s chains to endless night be hurl’d,
And Independence crown a smiling world!
FOOTNOTES
[1] A splinter of considerable length was taken from one of them twenty days afterwards, at Monte Video.
[2] This trunk and most of its contents, I brought home with me to Boston; and on emptying it some time since, a quantity of the sand from the eventful beach was found in its crevices.
[3] Winds from the pampas or plains.