To Cinque

All hail! thou truly noble chief,
 Who scorned to live a cowering slave;
Thy name shall stand on history's leaf,
 Amid the mighty and the brave:
Thy name shall shine, a glorious light
 To other brave and fearless men,
Who, like thyself, in freedom's might,
 Shall beard the robber in his den.
Thy name shall stand on history's page,
 And brighter, brighter, brighter glow,
Throughout all time, through every age,
 Till bosoms cease to feel or know
 "Created worth, or human woe."
Thy name shall nerve the patriot's hand
 When, 'mid the battle's deadly strife,
The glittering bayonet and brand
 Are crimsoned with the stream of life:
When the dark clouds of battle roll,
And slaughter reigns without control,
Thy name shall then fresh life impart,
And fire anew each freeman's heart.
Though wealth and power their force combine
 To crush thy noble spirit down,
There is above a power divine
 Shall bear thee up against their frown.