And snatch a brand to show what yet he dare
If Heaven permit; if not, to seek a tomb,
Columbia, in thy forest’s thickest gloom,
Where none can brand him with his fathers’ fame,
And say he ill deserves their glorious name.
Ah! thought most true which all of grief contains,
And owning most the spirit most disdains.
’Tis night—and musing on the deep he stands,
The abstracted emigrant from other lands.
His form majestic bending o’er the tide,