SONNET TO PUBLIC VIRTUE.
Is this the land for arts and arms renown’d,
The Saint’s, the Hero’s and the Patriot’s pride?
Is this where Pulaski, Warren, and Montgomery died?
Where Liberty defends her favourite mound?
Here let me kneel, and kiss the hallow’d ground!
Old Earth shall sooner drink this purple tide,
Than faction with impunity shall wound
Thy fame, Columbia! parent! patron! guide!
Unlike th’ aspiring prelate, meanly proud,
The soldier, jealous of a brother’s fame;
The popularian, voluble and loud;
The Christian, martial, patriotic soul,
Disdains the vulgar tribute of acclaim,
Mean Envy, and Ambition’s mad controul!
NEW-YORK: Printed by THOMAS BURLING, Jun. No. 115, Cherry-street—where Subscriptions for this Magazine (at 6s. per quarter) will be gratefully received—And at No. 33, Oliver-Street.