REMONSTRANCE.

What! thou, with thy genius, thy youth, and thy name —

Thou, born of a Russell — whose instinct to run

The accustomed career of thy sires, is the same

As the eaglet's, to soar with his eyes on the sun!

Whose nobility comes to thee, stampt with a seal,

Far, far more ennobling than monarch e'er set;

With the blood of thy race, offered up for the weal

Of a nation that swears by that martyrdom yet!

Shalt thou be faint-hearted and turn from the strife,

From the mighty arena, where all that is grand

And devoted and pure and adorning in life,

‘ Tis for high-thoughted spirits like thine to command?

Oh no, never dream it — while good men despair

Between tyrants and traitors, and timid men bow,

Never think for an instant thy country can spare

Such a light from her darkening horizon as thou.

With a spirit, as meek as the gentlest of those

Who in life's sunny valley lie sheltered and warm;

Yet bold and heroic as ever yet rose

To the top cliffs of Fortune and breasted her storm;

With an ardor for liberty fresh as in youth

It first kindles the bard and gives life to his lyre;

Yet mellowed, even now, by that mildness of truth

Which tempers but chills not the patriot fire;

With an eloquence — not like those rills from a height,

Which sparkle and foam and in vapor are o'er;

But a current that works out its way into light

Thro’ the filtering recesses of thought and of lore.

Thus gifted, thou never canst sleep in the shade;

If the stirrings of Genius, the music of fame,

And the charms of thy cause have not power to persuade,

Yet think how to Freedom thou'rt pledged by thy Name.

Like the boughs of that laurel by Delphi's decree

Set apart for the Fane and its service divine,

So the branches that spring from the old Russell tree

Are by Liberty claimed for the use of her Shrine.