William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
Lines Addressed to Governor ParrT
Implores his patron god for ease,
When Luna hides her paler blaze,
And stars obscurely dart their rays.
His stores of vengeance points afar;
For ease the toiling Dutchman sighs,
Which gold, nor gems, nor purple buys.
No doctor’s or the lawyer’s aid
Can ease the tumults of the mind,
Or cares to gilded roofs assign’d.
Whose board is crown’d with frugal treats,
Whose sleep no fears, nor thirst of gain,
Beneath his homely roof, restrain.
Weak reptiles of so frail an age?
Why thus to distant climates run,
And lands beneath another sun?
Ourselves we ne’er can leave at home:
Care, swift as deer, as tempests strong,
Ascends the prow, and sails along.
And all the future leaves to fate,
In every ill shall pleasure share,
As every pleasure has its care.
In youth brave Laurens found a tomb,
While Arnold spends in peace and pride
The years that Heaven to them denied.
A coach and six is at your call,
And vestments, tinged with Tyrian dye,
Where’er you go, attract the eye.
With something of the rhyming vein
The muse bestow’d—and share of pride
To spurn a traitor from my side.