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SONGSTER. 145
The sounds nearly parted my heart-strings asunder,
I thought I should see my dear shepherd no more
But soon an express all my sorrows suspended.
My thanks to the Father of mercies ascended,
My shepherd was safe, and my country defended.
By freedom's brave sons, on the banks of Champlain^
I wiped from my eyes the big tear that had started,
And hastened the news to my parents to bear,
Who sighed for the loss of relations departed.
And wept at tlie tidings that banish'd their care;
The cannon now ceased, the drums still were beating,
The foes of our country far north were retreating.
The neighboring damsels each other were greeting.
With the songs of delight, on the banks of Champlain.
Our squadron triumphant, our army victorious.
With laurels unfaded, our Spartans return'd.
My eyes never dwelt on a scene half so glorious.
My heart with such.rapture before never bum'd:
But Sandy; my dariing, that moment appearing.
His presence to every countenance cheering.
Was rendered to me more doubly endearing,
liy the feats he performed, on the banks of Champlain.
But aliould smiling peace, vdth her blessings and
treasures,
Soon visit the plains of Columbia again.
What pen can describe the enrapturing pleasures^
That 1 shall experience through Ufe, with my swain;
For then no wild savage will come to alarm us^
Nor worse British foes send their minions to harm us.
But nature and art will continue to charm us.
While happy we live on tbe banks of Cnamplain.