Is charity and love among high elves ; The gathered storm is ripe; the big drops fall; List; now the thunder's rattling, noisy sound, The winds are up; the lofty elment swanges‡ ; And the full clouds are burst at once in stony showers. Spurring the palfry o'er the watry plain, With the poor alms craver, ne'er to the holm to bide. His cloak was all of Lincoln cloth so fine, With a gold button fastened near his chin : His loose white robe was edged with golden twine, "An alms, sir Priest!" the louting pilgrim said, "O let me wait within your convent door, Till the sun shineth high above our head, And the loud tempest of the air is o'er ; Helpless and old am I, alas! and poor, No house, nor friend, nor money in my pouch! All that I call my own is this my silver crouche." "Varlet," replied the abbot, " cease your din, This is no season alms and prayers to give ; My porter never lets a beggar in ; Flames. Elm. Swings. § Ecclesiastical hat. || i. e. Cursed. ¶ Cross. None touch my ring who not in honor live." And now the sun with the black clouds did strive, Once more the sky was black, the thunders roll'd; And from the pathway side thus turned he, "An alms, sir Priest !" the louting pilgrim said, "For sweet saint Mary and your order sake." The Limitour then loosen'd his pouch thread, And did thereout a groat of silver take; The needy pilgrim did for pleasure shake. "There, take this silver, it may ease thy care; We are God's stewards all, nought of our own we bear. But ah unhappy pilgrim learn of me, Scarce any give a rentroll to their Lord, Here take my coat, for thou art bare I see ; 'Tis thine; the saints will give me my reward." He left the pilgrim, and his aberde. Or give the mighty will, or give the good man power. A friar with particular privileges. + Glory.. ODE, For the Dinner, given, at. Boston, March 2, 1813, to CoMMODORE BAINBRIDGE, and the Officers of the United StatesFrigate, Constitution, after their victory, over his Britannic Majesty's Frigate, Java, Capt. Lambert. Written for the occasion, at the request of the Committee of Arrangements, • BY. L. M. SARGENT, ESQ. BRAVE hearts of ocean chivalry, Ye twice, who sought Fame's proudest height, And twice attain'd the goal! Shall your conq'ring thunders roll, Where first she gave her virgin form, In rapture, to the wave. Twice bold Britannia's hearts of oak When first again, for battle, BUSH! 'twas thy gallant spirit, That spirit, when the fight was done, Aloft the tidings bore ; How again, o'er the main, Your conq'ring guns did roar, FAME! wreath again thy laurels, The same their banner and their deck, The same their daring soul, High, on thy rolls of glory, The spirits of the brave, who live, Again, o'er the main, When they hear their thunders rolí, While the conq'ring thunders roll. "Ye Mariners of England," The brave applaud the brave; Shall our conq'ring thunders roar, Fame, ready twine such garlands, As good and brave as they. When fortune leads them, where the foe Now sweeps the surges o'er; 42 VOL. I. Again, o'er the main, Shall our conq'ring thunders roar, We are aware that the following Ode would not pass the ordeal of inflexible criticism; but we consider it as one of the best of those patriotic effusions of the muses, to which the events of the times are daily giving birth. ODE, Written at the request of the Charlestown branch of the Washington Benevolent Society of Massachusetts, Feb. 22, 1813. BY HENRY SMALL. WHILE the years roll swift away, Pleas'd we greet this joyous morn; When our WASHINGTON was born: Through his glorious life's career, Virtue prompted ev'ry plan; With the firm-fix'd Rights of Man: Blest our nation's utmost bound; |