CAPTAIN JOHN SMITH.

A yeoman born, with patrimony small,

He held the world at large as his estate;

Found fit advices in the bugle's call

And took his part in iron-tongued debate

Where'er one sword another sword blade notched;

Ne'er was he slain, though often he was scotched,

Now down, now up, but always fronting fate.

At last a figure resolute, and grand

In arms he leaped upon Virginia's strand;

Fitted in many schools his course to steer

He knew the ax, the musketoon, and brand,

How to obey, and better to command;

First of his line he stood — a planted spear

The New World saw the English Pioneer!