The Fate of Columbus

On the cliffs of the Andes, where virtue once reign'd, The voice of true freedom is heard; There tyranny long has her empire sustain'd, Over plains, where once worth was rever'd.

But tyranny soon may lament the sad yoke, Which over these regions he cast; His sceptre is shatter'd, his courage quite broke; And at freedom now trembles at last.

The beams of humanity mildly have shone, O'er countries which droop'd under rage; They own the mild warmth of our more northern sun, And dare in all conflicts engage.

Our states the first glorious example display'd, Which soon ov'r the world shall be spread; All shall share in our freedom, and shall share in our trade, Whilst Columbians on tyranny tread.

But here let me mention, whilst tears stain each cheek. The fate of the Spanish bold chief: A new world determin'd o'er ocean to seek, He wish'd to the natives relief.

His valor was great, and his conduct renown'd; Humanity still was his aim; Three ages the worth of Columbus refound, By virtue aspiring to fame.

Both Spaniards and natives still wishing to bless, Worth and commerce he still kept in view; He thought—but the victim, alas! of distress, Vile rancour he could not subdue.

Behold him at length, quite bereft of support, In chains, in a dungeon confin'd; The martyr he died of a barbarous court; But a moral has left for mankind.

On ev'ry heart be that moral impress'd, Ye patriots! ye heroes! attend; And learn, that a courtier good faith ne'er express'd, That a king can be never a friend.

Belisarius, if ever Justinian could slight, True reason such rule must disown; And all should the praise of Columbus recite, Whilst Philip disgrac'd a great throne.