. The poetical works of Fitz-Greene Halleck : Now first collected ; illustrated with steel engravings, from drawings by American artists . CONNECTICUT. FROM AN UNPUBLISHED POEM. The woods in which we had dwelt pleasantly rustled their green leaves in thesong, and our streams were there with the sound of all their waters. Montrose. I. still her gray rocks tower above the sea That crouches at their feet, a conquered wave;Tis a rough land of earth, and stone, and tree, Where breathes no castled lord or cabined slave;Where thoughts, and tongues, and hands are bold and free, And friends will find a
. The poetical works of Fitz-Greene Halleck : Now first collected ; illustrated with steel engravings, from drawings by American artists . CONNECTICUT. FROM AN UNPUBLISHED POEM. The woods in which we had dwelt pleasantly rustled their green leaves in thesong, and our streams were there with the sound of all their waters. Montrose. I. still her gray rocks tower above the sea That crouches at their feet, a conquered wave;Tis a rough land of earth, and stone, and tree, Where breathes no castled lord or cabined slave;Where thoughts, and tongues, and hands are bold and free, And friends will find a welcome, foes a grave;And where none kneel, save when to heaven they pray,Nor even then, unless in their own CONNECTICUT. 97 II. Theirs is a pure republic, wild, yet strong,A fierce democracie, where all are true To what themselves have voted—right or wrong—And to their laws denominated blue ; (If red, they might to Dracos code belong;)A vestal state, which power could not subdue, Nor promise win—like her own eagles nest, Sacred—the San Marino of the West. III. A justice of the peace, for the time being, They bow to, but may turn him out next year; They reverence their priest, but disagreeingIn price or creed, dismiss him without fear; They have a natural talent for foreseeing And knowing all things; and should Park appear From his long tour in Africa, to show The Nigers source, theyd meet him with—we know. N 98 CONNECTICUT. IV. They love their land, because it is their own,And scorn to give aught other reason why; Would shake hands with a king upon his throne,And think it kindness to his majesty ; A stubborn race, fearing and flattering are they nurtured, such they live
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