Wlliam Gilmore Simms
The Simms Review (Vol 16: No 2) >> Monody, on the Death of Gen. Charles Cotesworth Pinckney >> Page 16

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Poetry | 1825
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The flame has not been slow to work its way
Man gave to Nature premature decay--
Murder, with blood-shot eye, has broken the seal
Of being, with a red, unlicensed steel;
Care had not slumbr-d, and Disease's arm
Had ne'er delay'd to lend its fatal charm!
And all was anarchy--confusion dire
Her torch-light waved of many a varied fire;--
But there were columns standing--and in vain
That foe had bound them with its with'ring chain--
They have defended causes--deem'd undone
That oak--among the proud, a well known one!

The scene was changed--and smiling Peace once more
Spread her white winf, and cast her mantle o'er
The Home of Ruin--and the vale again
Look'd green and bright--nor wore a trace of stain;
Verdure had clothed the lofty Mountain's brow,
The streamlet wanton'd, with an equal flow,
And wooed pore breezes from her Southern vales,
T' enrich her cosom, and to waft her sails:--
The forest Monarch's changed their blacken'd hue,
New oaks arose to greet th' enraptured view;--
Peace, smiling Peace, revisited the scene;
Each valley smiled,--and every hill was green!

Thou patriot sire! that shrunk not when they land,
Was firecly menaced by the invading band;