A Poem, On the Rising Glory of America

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Philip Freneau: Poems of Freneau. Ed. Harry Hayden Clark. New York: Hafner Publishing Co., 1929.

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English Poetry Epic Verse1750-1800British_Americawars_of_independence ARGUMENT.

The subject proposed—The discovery of America by Columbus——A philosophical enquiry into the origin of the savages of America——The first planters from Europe——Causes of their migration to America——The difficulties they encountered from the jealousy of the natives——Agriculture descanted on——Commerce and navigation——Science——Future prospects of British usurpation, tyranny, and devastation on this side the Atlantic——The more comfortable one of Independence, Liberty and Peace——Conclusion.

Acasto. Now shall the adventurous muse attempt a theme More new, more noble, and more flush of fame Than all that went before—— Now through the veil of ancient days renew The period famed when first Columbus touched These shores so long unknown——through various toils, Famine, and death, the hero forced his way, Through oceans pregnant with perpetual storms, And climates hostile to adventurous man. But why, to prompt your tears, should we resume, The tale of Cortez, furious chief, ordained With Indian blood to dye the sands, and choak, Famed Mexico, thy streams with dead? or why Once more revive the tale so oft rehearsed Of Atabilipa, by the thirst of gold, (Too conquering motive in the human breast.) Deprived of life, which not Peru's rich ore Nor Mexico's vast mines could then redeem? Better these northern realms demand our song, Designed by nature for the rural reign, For agriculture's toil.——No blood we shed For metals buried in a rocky waste.—— Cursed be that ore, which brutal makes our race And prompts mankind to shed their kindred blood. Eugenio. ——But whence arose That vagrant race who love the shady vale, And choose the forest for their dark abode?—— For long has this perplext the sages' skill To investigate.——Tradition lends no aid To unveil this secret to the human eye, When first these various nations, north and south, Possest these shores, or from what countries came,—— Whether they sprang from some primaeval head In their own lands, like Adam in the east,—— Yet this the sacred oracles deny, And reason, too, reclaims against the thought: For when the general deluge drowned the world Where could their tribes have found security, Where find their fate, but in the ghastly deep?—— Unless, as others dream, some chosen few High on the Andes, wrapt in endless snow, Where winter in his wildest fury reigns, And subtile aether scarce our life maintains. But here philosophers oppose the scheme: This earth, they say, nor hills nor mountains knew Ere yet the universal flood prevailed; But when the mighty waters rose aloft, Roused by the winds, they shook their solid base, And, in convulsions, tore the deluged world, 'Till by the winds assuaged, again they fell, And all their ragged bed exposed to view. Perhaps far wandering toward the northern pole The streights of Zembla, and the frozen zone, And where the eastern Greenland almost joins America's north point, the hardy tribes Of banished Jews, Siberians, Tartars wild Came over icy mountains, or on floats, First reached these coasts, hid from the world beside.—— And yet another argument more strange, Reserved for men of deeper thought, and late, Presents itself to view.——In Peleg's days. (So says the Hebrew seer's unerring pen) This mighty mass of earth, this solid globe, Was cleft in twain,——"divided" east and west, While then perhaps the deep Atlantic roll'd,—— Through the vast chasm, and laved the solid world; And traces indisputable remain Of this primaeval land now sunk and lost.—— The islands rising in our eastern main Are but small fragments of this continent, Whose two extremities were Newfoundland And St. Helena.——One far in the north, Where shivering seamen view with strange surprize The guiding pole-star glittering o'er their heads; The other near the southern tropic rears Its head above the waves——Bermuda's isles, Cape Verd, Canary, Britain, and the Azores, With fam'd Hibernia, are but broken parts Of some prodigious waste, which once sustain'd Nations and tribes, of vanished memory, Forests and towns, and beasts of every class, Where navies now explore their briny way. Leander. Your sophistry, Eugenio, makes me smile; The roving mind of man delights to dwell On hidden things, merely because they're hid: He thinks his knowledge far beyond all limit, And boldly fathoms Nature's darkest haunts;—— But for uncertainties, your broken isles, Your northern Tartars, and your wandering Jews, (The flimsy cobwebs of a sophist's brain) Hear what the voice of history proclaims—— The Carthagenians, ere the Roman yoke Broke their proud spirits, and enslaved them too, For navigation were renowned as much As haughty Tyre with all her hundred fleets, Full many a league their venturous seamen sailed Through streight Gibraltar, down the western shore Of Africa, to the Canary isles: By them called Fortunate; so Flaccus . Because eternal spring there clothes the fields And fruits delicious bloom throughout the year.—— From voyaging here, this inference I draw, Perhaps some barque with all her numerous crew Falling to leeward of her destined port, Caught by the eastern Trade, was hurried on Before the unceasing blast to Indian isles, Brazil, La Plata, or the coasts more south—— There stranded, and unable to return, Forever from their native skies estranged Doubtless they made these virgin climes their own, And in the course of long revolving years A numerous progeny from these arose, And spread throughout the coasts——those whom we call Brazilians, Mexicans, Peruvians rich, The tribes of Chili, Patagon, and those Who till the shores of Amazon's long stream.—— When first the power of Europe here attained, Vast empires, kingdoms, cities, palaces And polished nations stock'd the fertile land. Who has not heard of Cusco, Lima, and The town of Mexico——huge cities form'd From Indian architecture; ere the arms Of haughty Spain disturb'd the peaceful soil.—— But here, amid this northern dark domain No towns were seen to rise.——No arts were here; The tribes unskill'd to raise the lofty mast, Or force the daring prow thro' adverse waves, Gazed on the pregnant soil, and craved alone Life from the unaided genius of the ground,—— This indicates they were a different race; From whom descended, 'tis not ours to say—— That power, no doubt, who furnish'd trees, and plants, And animals to this vast continent, Spoke into being man among the rest,—— But what a change is here!——what arts arise! What towns and capitals! how commerce waves Her gaudy flags, where silence reign'd before! Acasto. Speak, learned Eugenio, for I've heard you tell The dismal story, and the cause that brought The first adventurers to these western shores! The glorious cause that urged our fathers first To visit climes unknown, and wilder woods Than e'er Tartarian or Norwegian saw, And with fair culture to adorn a soil That never felt industrious swain before. Eugenio. All this long story to rehearse, would tire; Besides, the sun towards the west retreats, Nor can the noblest theme retard his speed, Nor loftiest verse——not that which sang the fall Of Troy divine, and fierce Achilles' ire.—— Yet hear a part:——By persecution wronged, And sacerdotal rage, our fathers came From Europe's hostile shores to these abodes, Here to enjoy a liberty in faith, Secure from tyranny and base controul. For this they left their country and their friends, And plough'd the Atlantic wave in quest of peace; And found new shores, and sylvan settlements, And men, alike unknowing and unknown. Hence, by the care of each adventurous chief New governments (their wealth unenvied yet) Were form'd on liberty and virtue's plan. These searching out uncultivated tracts Conceived new plans of towns, and capitals, And spacious provinces——Why should I name Thee, Penn, the Solon of our western lands; Sagacious legislator, whom the world Admires, long dead: an infant colony, Nursed by thy care, now rises o'er the rest Like that tall pyramid in Egypt's waste Oe'r all the neighbouring piles, they also great. Why should I name those heroes so well known, Who peopled all the rest of Canada To Georgia's farthest coasts, West Florida, Or Apalachian mountains?——Yet what streams Of blood were shed! what Indian hosts were slain, Before the days of peace were quite restored! Leander. Yes, while they overturn'd the rugged soil And swept the forests from the shaded plain 'Midst dangers, foes, and death, fierce Indian tribes With vengeful malice arm'd, and black design, Oft murdered, or dispersed, these colonies—— Encouraged, too, by Gallia's hostile sons, A warlike race, who late their arms display'd, At Quebec, Montreal, and farthest coasts Of Labrador, or Cape Breton, where now The British standard awes the subject host. Here, those brave chiefs, who, lavish of their blood, Fought in Britannia's cause, in battle fell!—— What heart but mourns the untimely fate of Wolfe, Who, dying, conquered!——or what breast but beats To share a fate like his, and die like him! Acasto. But why alone commemorate the dead, And pass those glorious heroes by, who yet Breathe the same air, and see the light with us?—— The dead, Leander, are but empty names, And they who fall to-day the same to us As they who fell ten centuries ago!—— Lost are they all that shined on earth before; Rome's boldest champions in the dust are laid, Ajax and great Achilles are no more, And Philip's warlike son, an empty shade!—— A Washington among our sons of fame Will rise conspicuous as the morning star Among the inferior lights—— To distant wilds Virginia sent him forth—— With her brave sons he gallantly opposed The bold invaders of his country's rights, Where wild Ohio pours the mazy flood, And mighty meadows skirt his subject streams.—— But now delighting in his elm tree's shade, Where deep Potowmac laves the enchanting shore, He prunes the tender vine, or bids the soil Luxuriant harvests to the sun displayed.—— Behold a different scene——not thus employed Were Cortez, and Pizarro, pride of Spain, Whom blood and murder only satisfied, And all to glut their avarice and ambition!—— Eugenio. Such is the curse, Acasto, where the soul Humane is wanting——but we boast no feats Of cruelty like Europe's murdering breed—— Our milder epithet is merciful, And each American, true hearted, learns To conquer, and to spare; for coward souls Alone seek vengeance on a vanquished foe. Gold, fatal gold, was the alluring bait To Spain's rapacious tribes——hence rose the wars From Chili to the Caribbean sea, And Montezuma's Mexican domains: More blest are we, with whose unenvied soil Nature decreed no mingling gold to shine, No flaming diamond, precious emerald, No blushing sapphire, ruby, chrysolite, Or jasper red——more noble riches flow From agriculture, and the industrious swain, Who tills the fertile vale, or mountain's brow Content to lead a safe, a humble life, Among his native hills, romantic shades Such as the muse of Greece of old did feign, Allured the Olympian gods from chrystal skies, Envying such lovely scenes to mortal man. Leander. Long has the rural life been justly fam'd, And bards of old their pleasing pictures drew Of flowery meads, and groves, and gliding streams: Hence, old Arcadia——wood-nymphs, satyrs, fauns; And hence Elysium, fancied heaven below!—— Fair agriculture, not unworthy kings, Once exercised the royal hand, or those Whose virtues raised them to the rank of gods. See old Laertes in his shepherd weeds Far from his pompous throne and court august, Digging the grateful soil, where round him rise, Sons of the earth, the tall aspiring oaks, Or orchards, boasting of more fertile boughs, Laden with apples red, sweet scented peach, Pear, cherry, apricot, or spungy plumb; While through the glebe the industrious oxen draw The earth-inverting plough.——Those Romans too, Fabricius and Camillus, loved a life Of neat simplicity and rustic bliss, And from the noisy Forum hastening far, From busy camps, and sycophants, and crowns, 'Midst woods and fields spent the remains of life, Where full enjoyment still awaits the wise. How grateful, to behold the harvests rise, And mighty crops adorn the extended plains!—— Fair plenty smiles throughout, while lowing herds Stalk o'er the shrubby hill or grassy mead, Or at some shallow river slake their thirst.—— The inclosure, now, succeeds the shepherd's care, Yet milk-white flocks adorn the well stock'd farm, And court the attention of the industrious swain—— Their fleece rewards him well, and when the winds Blow with a keener blast, and from the north Pour mingled tempests through a sunless sky (Ice, sleet, and rattling hail) secure he sits Warm in his cottage, fearless of the storm, Enjoying now the toils of milder moons, Yet hoping for the spring.——Such are the joys, And such the toils of those whom heaven hath bless'd With souls enamoured of a country life. Acasto. Such are the visions of the rustic reign—— But this alone, the fountain of support, Would scarce employ the varying mind of man; Each seeks employ, and each a different way: Strip Commerce of her sail, and men once more Would be converted into savages—— No nation e'er grew social and refined 'Till Commerce first had wing'd the adventurous prow, Or sent the slow-paced caravan, afar, To waft their produce to some other clime, And bring the wished exchange——thus came, of old, Golconda's golden ore, and thus the wealth Of Ophir, to the wisest of mankind. Eugenio. Great is the praise of Commerce, and the men Deserve our praise, who spread the undaunted sail, And traverse every sea——their dangers great, Death still to combat in the unfeeling gale, And every billow but a gaping grave:—— There, skies and waters, wearying on the eye, For weeks and months no other prospect yield But barren wastes, unfathomed depths, where not The blissful haunt of human form is seen To cheer the unsocial horrors of the way—— Yet all these bold designs to Science owe Their rise and glory——Hail, fair Science! thou, Transplanted from the eastern skies, dost bloom In these blest regions——Greece and Rome no more Detain the Muses on Citheron's brow, Or old Olympus, crowned with waving woods, Or Haemus' top, where once was heard the harp, Sweet Orpheus' harp, that gained his cause below, And pierced the souls of Orcus and his bride; That hushed to silence by its voice divine Thy melancholy waters, and the gales O Hebrus! that o'er thy sad surface blow.—— No more the maids round Alpheus' waters stray, Where he with Arethusa's stream doth mix, Or where swift Tiber disembogues his waves Into the Italian sea, so long unsung; Hither they wing their way, the last, the best Of countries, where the arts shall rise and grow, And arms shall have their day——even now we boast A Franklin, prince of all philosophy, A genius piercing as the electric fire, Bright as the lightning's flash, explained so well, By him, the rival of Britannia's sage. This is the land of every joyous sound, Of liberty and life, sweet liberty! Without whose aid the noblest genius fails, And Science irretrievably must die. Leander. But come, Eugenio, since we know the past—— What hinders to pervade with searching eye The mystic scenes of dark futurity! Say, shall we ask what empires yet must rise, What kingdoms, powers and states, where now are seen Mere dreary wastes and awful solitude, Where Melancholy sits, with eye forlorn, And time anticipates, when we shall spread Dominion from the north, and south, and west, Far from the Atlantic to Pacific shores, And people half the convex of the main!—— A glorious theme!——but how shall mortals dare To pierce the dark events of future years And scenes unravel, only known to fate? Acasto. This might we do, if warmed by that bright coal Snatch'd from the altar of cherubic fire Which touched Isaiah's lips——or if the spirit Of Jeremy and Amos, prophets old, Might swell the heaving breast——I see, I see Freedom's established reign; cities, and men, Numerous as sands upon the ocean shore, And empires rising where the sun descends!—— The Ohio soon shall glide by many a town Of note; and where the Mississippi stream, By forests shaded, now runs weeping on, Nations shall grow, and states not less in fame Than Greece and Rome of old!——we too shall boast Our Scipio's, Solon's, Cato's, sages, chiefs That in the lap of time yet dormant lie, Waiting the joyous hour of life and light—— O snatch me hence, ye muses, to those days When, through the veil of dark antiquity, A race shall hear of us as things remote, That blossomed in the morn of days——Indeed, How could I weep that we exist so soon, Just in the dawning of these mighty times, Whose scenes are painting for eternity! Dissentions that shall swell the trump of fame, And ruin hovering o'er all monarchy! Eugenio. Nor shall these angry tumults here subside Nor murder cease, through all these provinces, Till foreign crowns have vanished from our view And dazzle here no more——no more presume To awe the spirit of fair Liberty—— Vengeance must cut the thread——and Britain, sure Will curse her fatal obstinacy for it! Bent on the ruin of this injured country, She will not listen to our humble prayers, Though offered with submission: Like vagabonds and objects of destruction, Like those whom all mankind are sworn to hate, She casts us off from her protection, And will invite the nations round about, Russians and Germans, slaves and savages, To come and have a share in our perdition—— O cruel race, O unrelenting Britain, Who bloody beasts will hire to cut our throats Who war will wage with prattling innocence, And basely murder unoffending women!—— Will stab their prisoners when they cry for quarter, Will burn our towns, and from his lodging turn The poor inhabitant to sleep in tempests!—— These will be wrongs, indeed, and all sufficient To kindle up our souls to deeds of horror, And give to every arm the nerves of Sampson—— These are the men that fill the world with ruin, And every region mourns their greedy sway,—— Not only for ambition—— But what are this world's goods, that they for them Should exercise perpetual butchery? What are these mighty riches we possess, That they should send so far to plunder them———— Already have we felt their potent arm—— And ever since that inauspicious day, When first Sir Francis Bernard His ruffians planted at the council door, And made the assembly room a home for vagrants, And soldiers, rank and file——e'er since that day This wretched land, that drinks its children's gore, Has been a scene of tumult and confusion——! Are there not evils in the world enough? Are we so happy that they envy us? Have we not toiled to satisfy their harpies, Kings' deputies, that are insatiable; Whose practice is to incense the royal mind And make us despicable in his view?—— Have we not all the evils to contend with That, in this life, mankind are subject to, Pain, sickness, poverty, and natural death—— But into every wound that nature gave They will a dagger plunge, and make them mortal! Leander. Enough, enough!——such dismal scenes you paint, I almost shudder at the recollection—— What! are they dogs that they would mangle us?—— Are these the men that come with base design To rob the hive, and kill the industrious bee!—— To brighter skies I turn my ravished view, And fairer prospects from the future draw—— Here independent power shall hold her sway, And public virtue warm the patriot breast: No traces shall remain of tyranny, And laws, a pattern to the world beside, Be here enacted first.—— Acasto. And when a train of rolling years are past, (So sung the exiled seer in Patmos isle) A new Jerusalem, sent down from heaven, Shall grace our happy earth,——perhaps this land, Whose ample bosom shall receive, though late, Myriads of saints, with their immortal king, To live and reign on earth a thousand years, Thence called Millennium. Paradise anew Shall flourish, by no second Adam lost, No dangerous tree with deadly fruit shall grow, No tempting serpent to allure the soul From native innocence.——A Canaan here, Another Canaan shall excel the old, And from a fairer Pisgah's top be seen. No thistle here, nor thorn, nor briar shall spring, Earth's curse before: the lion and the lamb In mutual friendship linked, shall browse the shrub, And timorous deer with softened tygers stray O'er mead, or lofty hill, or grassy plain; Another Jordan's stream shall glide along, And Siloah's brook in circling eddies flow: Groves shall adorn their verdant banks, on which The happy people, free from toils and death, Shall find secure repose. No fierce disease, No fevers, slow consumption, ghastly plague, (Fate's ancient ministers) again proclaim Perpetual war with man: fair fruits shall bloom, Fair to the eye, and sweeter to the taste; Nature's loud storms be hushed, and seas no more Rage hostile to mankind——and, worse than all, The fiercer passions of the human breast Shall kindle up to deeds of death no more, But all subside in universal peace.—— ——Such days the world, And such America at last shall have When ages, yet to come, have run their round, And future years of bliss alone remain.