Come, soldiers, join a Yankee song,
And cheer us, as we march along,
With Yankee voices, full and strong,—
Join in chorus all;
Our Yankee notions here we bring,
Our Yankee chorus here we sing,
To make the Dixie forest ring
With Old F ANEUIL H ALL !

When first our fathers made us free,
When old King George first taxed the tea,
They swore they would not bend the knee,
But armed them one and all!
In days like those the chosen spot
To keep the hissing water hot,
To steep the tea leaves in the pot,
Was Old F ANEUIL H ALL !

Come, freemen of the land,
Come meet the great demand,
True heart and open hand,—
Take the loan!
For the hopes the prophets saw,
For the swords your brothers draw,
For liberty and law,
Take the loan!

Ye ladies of the land,
As ye love the gallant band
Who have drawn a soldier's brand,
Take the loan!
Who would bring them what she could,
Who would give the soldier food,
Who would staunch her brothers' blood,
Take the loan!

All who saw our hosts pass by,
All who joined the parting cry,

When we behold her angel face,
Or when she sings with heav'nly grace,
In what we hear or what we see,
So ravishing 's the harmony,
The melting soul, in rapture lost,
Knows not which charm enchants it most.

Sounds that made hills and rocks rejoice,
Amphion's lute, the Syren's voice,
Wonders with pain receiv'd for true
At once find credit, and renew.
No charms like Clavering's voice surprise,
Except the magic of her eyes.

I.

Keen! but obscure destroyer! cou'd you see,
How your wit's warmth has fledg'd my flutt'ring soul!
You, who have oar'd , wou'd also pilot me,
And not thus tempt the race, yet hide the goal!

II.

You bid me come , but, ah! you say not where ,
Such soft, such soul-inspiring graces live!
Tell me but that , and I'll, at once, be there ,
With all the speed, that hope-wing'd love can give.

III.

You're, now, the ignis fatuus of desire!
You tempt my wishes, with a wily spark;

High, on the summit of a craggy rock ,
Whose harden'd sides resist the billows' shock;
Whose cliffy brow, mens eyes, with horror, view,
O'erlooking, proudly, land , and ocean , too:
There stands a roomy cave , by nature, made,
To knit , in just embraces, light , and shade :
Its spacious mouth the sun's up-rising greets,
Admits his lustre , but repels his heats!
Arriv'd, incumbent on the ruffled air,
She sees rude globes the floating forest tear:
Her sons, o'er match'd , like men, untaught to yield;
Scud , unresolv'd, about the wat'ry field:

The former age, but too much blest
With fruitful fields, content did rest
Not with dul luxury yet lost,
Their hunger staid with little cost;
A slender chesnut them suffis'd,
They had not yet the way devis'd
To mix live hony with their wine;
Nor were they grown so proudly fine
In their apparel, as to staine,
White fleeces in a purple graine.
On sallets sup'd, sweet sleep they took,
And drink had from the running brook;
The lofty pine was then their shade,
Not yet through deep seas did they wade;

With eyes, un-brib'd, by your enchanting view,
I trac'd, impartial, your soft numbers thro'?
Your loose-dress'd fancy , in each sparkling line,
Gilds the gay current of your deep design.
Your poem, strongly fine, and softly bold,
Is silkworm's labour, spun, with threads of gold.
Go on, bright maid! nor doubt the world's applause;
Wit , arm'd with looks , like yours, the critic awes!
Tho' years may knit, and lengthen your success,
Think not your youth will your due praise oppress :
Ev'n the broad sun , when, first, his glories rise,

He that lives quiet in a setled state,
And treads below his feet high-minded fate,
That either fortune upright can behold
With an unpaunted face, and courage bold;
Not all the raging threats o' th' sea, nor yet
Vesuvius' smoaking fires when ere they get
Out of their broken chimneys, nor the bright
Flashes of lightning which are used to smite
The highest towers, til to ground they fall,
Can move this man, or trouble him at all.
Why doe men so much tyrants rage admire,
Since they want strength unto their fierce desire?

Of two reliefs to ease a love-sick mind,
Flavia prescribes despair: I urge Be kind.
Flavia be kind; the remedy's as sure;
'Tis the most pleasant, and the quickest cure.

Blest be thy pow'rful pen, whoe'er thou art!
Thou skill'd, great moulder of the master'd heart!
Where hast thou lain conceal'd? or why thought fit,
At this dire period, to unveil thy wit?
O! late befriended isle! had this broad blaze,
With earlier beamings, bless'd our fathers days,
The pilot radiance pointing out the source,
Whence public wealth derives its vital course;
Each timely draught, some healing pow'r had shown,
E're general gangreen blacken'd, to the bone .
But fest'ring , now, beyond all sense of pain,