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Hie wide expanse with freshend looks he eyed, 

 And " Who 's afraid ?" in sportive humor cried. 

 Meantime the gale our flying vessel bore, 

 On wuigs sf wind, full thirteen knots an hour; 

 And, just as day its closing light withdrew, 

 -Niagara's light-house opened on our view, 

 Its star-like radiance shone with steady ray, 

 Like Venus lingering in the rear of day. 

 By slow degrees the sinking breezes die, 

 And on the smooth still flood we \oggwg lie. 



Roused by the mourning, and the neighboring drum, 

 Swift upon deck with eager eyes we come, 

 There, high in air, (the fortress full in view) (51) 

 Our star-crowned stripes in waving triumph flew. 

 Hail, sacred flag! to sons of Freedom dear, 

 Hiy country's valor reared thine honors here ; 

 Internal blessings crown her rich increase, 

 Her bands of union and her stars of peace. 



Before us now the opening river pours, 

 Through gradual windings and projecting shores; 

 Smooth slopes the green where Newark's village lies, 

 There, o'er their fort, (52) the British ensign flies. 

 "From whence?" they hail; we shout with trumpet's 



sound, 

 * 4 From Fort Oswego; up to Queenstown bound." 

 "What news?" "The Speedy's pump oh board we 



hear, 

 44 The sole found fragment of that sad affair." 

 ih' increasing distance drowns their faint reply, 



