Classic Poem

AN ODE .

Hence, Discord! cruel Homicide!
See Concord, smiling like the morn,
Comes, our glad Islanders to guide,
Who for commutual aid were born.

Where is the impious fratricide,
Whose frantic bosom, swell'd with rage,
In arms his countrymen defy'd —
Mad, with his brethren to engage?

This Concord asks, with gentle smile;
But, none the shameful deed will own;
And dark Revenge, and coward Guile,
By Patriotism are o'erthrown.

Now, Social Love once more resides,
Triumphant in the human breast:
Th' enlighten'd cottager derides
The arts by which he was opprest.

Some nameless demon, sure, he cries,
Inflam'd my mind with baleful spite —
No native of yon beauteous skies,
But the infernal child of Night.

My countrymen my friendship claim,
And feuds are to oblivion giv'n;
Each diff'ring Sect is but a N AME —
The true Religion comes from Heav'n.

Imprinted in the conscious heart,
The great C REATOR'S L AW we feel —
To others, mercy to impart,
And warmly cherish Public Zeal.