Genius. By the powers that guard this spot,
Want them longer you shall not,
I, the patron of your land,
From this moment take command,
Kindle flames in every breast,
Thirst of vengeance for the past;
Vengeance, that from shore to shore
Shall dye your bay with english gore,
And see them leave their thousands slain,
If they dare to land again:
This is all I choose to say—
Seize your armour—let's away!
SIR PETER PETRIFIED
On the Modern Sir Peter Parker's[207] Expedition to Kent Island in Chesapeake Bay.
—1814—
Sir Peter came, with bold intent,
To persecute the men of Kent
His flag aloft display'd:
He came to see their pleasant farms,
But ventured not without his arms
To talk with man or maid.
And then the gallant colonel Reed
Said, "we must see the man indeed;
He comes perhaps in want—
Who knows but that his stores are out:
Tis hard to dine on mere sour krout,
His water may be scant."
He spoke—but soon the men of Kent
Discover'd what the errand meant,
And some, discouraged, said,
"Sir Peter comes to petrify,
He points his guns, his colors fly,
His men for war array'd!"
Secure, as if they own'd the land,
Advanced this daring naval band,
As if in days of peace;
Along the shore they, prowling, went,
And often ask'd some friends in Kent
Where dwelt the fattest geese?