New Hampshire Statesman And State Journal

POETRY.
FROM THE DETROIT DAILY ADVERTISER.
THE BANNER OF TIPPECANOE.
AIR—'American Star.'
Hark! hark that bold shout! from the forest and valley
It rises and sweeps over mountain and sea!
Look! look, how those multitudes rush to the rally,
And swear on the shrines of their sires to be free!
From the east where our fathers came up from the ocean,
Far West, where the twilight is bathing in dew;
Lo! the sons of the Free, like a forest in motion,
All rush to the banner of Tippecanoe!
Van Buren's brib'd legions his black flag were waving,
And clouds of Sub-Treasurers darken'd the air;
His minions, their hands in Corruption were laving,
And Liberty shrunk from the scene in despair.
But, the Hero appear'd, wreath'd in chaplets of glory,
And Tyranny quail'd, for his standard she knew:
And Freedom rejoic'd when she heard the glad story,
And smil'd on the banner of Tippecanoe.
The voice of a demagogue governs the nation—
A tyrant is throned in the halls of the Free!
This land is enshrouded in black desolation,
And Commerce is dead on the breast of the sea!
But, shout! Freemen, shout! lo! the People awaken—
The bright star of Liberty shines forth anew;
And the tyrant's strong holds, to their centres are shaken,
With thunders of millions for Tippecanoe!
Van Buren appall'd, from the People is shrinking;
The doom of their judgment he trembles to hear;
And Kendall asks arms, just to keep him from sinking,
And 'Cataline' halts in his downward career;
While Freedom's clear voice to her children is calling,
To join that bright banner that waves in our view—
That banner to Tyrants and Tories appalling—
The fame-cover'd banner of Tippecanoe!
That banner way'd high, o'er the battle-field gory,
When foreign invaders had sullied our shore;
And long may it stream o'er the land of its glory,
A warning for tyrants to trample no more.
Then rush to that banner, where glad Freemen rally—
Brave HARRISON'S banner—the gallant and true—
That banner which floats over hill-top and valley—
The fame-gilded banner of Tippecanoe.
Already the foes of the People are quailing,
The vampyres of Office are pale with dismay;
And Tyranny's panders their fate are bewailing,
And Slander's harsh voice sinks in hisses away.
Then strike for our Country, make demagogues tremble,
We battle for Freedom—the prize is in view—
Then haste! with the millions who boldly assemble
Beneath the broad banner of TIPPECANOE!