Page:Halleck.djvu/341

Rh The one that quelled a tyrant king, And he who “grasped the lightning’s wing,”
 * Were nurtured in our country’s bowers;

But now a brighter gem is set Upon her star-wrought coronet,
 * The world’s first orators are ours.

The name of every Forum chief47 Shall gleam upon our history’s leaf,
 * Girded with glory’s quenchless fires;

And poet’s pen and painter’s pallet Shall tell of William Paxson Hallett,
 * And Richard Varick Dey—Esquires!

Resort of fashion, beauty, taste, The Forum-hall was nightly graced With all who blushed their hours to waste
 * At balls—and such ungodly places;

And Quaker girls were there allowed To show, among the worldly crowd,
 * Their sweet blue eyes and pretty faces.

And thither all our wise ones went, On charity and learning bent,
 * With open ears—and purses willing,

Where they could dry the mourner’s tear, And see the world, and speeches hear,
 * All, for “a matter of two shilling!”