New Hartford, Oneida County
New York, May 5th. 1808.
To His Excellency
On his resolution to retire from the Presidency.
“Grande decus columenque rerum.”
Illustrious Sage! while a whole Nation’s voice
Hails Thee their fav’rite, marks Thee as their choice,
While eager Senates press to pay the due
Of grateful praise to wisdom and to You;
A humble youth, unknown among the great,*
Hard-struggling with the storms of wayward fate,
Presumes—audacious task—to tune the lyre
To such wild wood-notes as his thoughts inspire,
And pay that boon, which patriot worth demands,
A boon not mean, though from ignoble hands.
Thus when some king, grown tir’d with idle state,
Strays from the palace to the cottage-gate,
The lowly swain, half petrified with fear,
Spreads for the royal guest his simple cheer,
With rustic viands loads his little board,
Though poor, the best his scanty means afford;
His gift is valued, though its worth be small,
Since what he gives is free, and is his all.
At that dark hour, when British Tyrants swore
To drench Columbias soil with patriot gore,
When e’en the wise Scarce hop’d for skill to save
Their darling Freedom from a timeless grave;
The Goddess look’d with anxious glance around,
But none to shout her magic name was found,
All trembling stood, and silent ey’d the blow
That hung in air, to lay her glories low.
Then, a swift suppliant, to her chosen Son
The Goddess rode, and call’d her Jefferson!
The Patroit heard; to aid his Queen he sprung,
And INDEPENDENCE thunder’d from his tongue:
Britain abash’d, the dauntless deed survey’d,
Shrunk from such godlike worth, and stood dismay’d,
While Freedom’s votries hover’d round the land
And arms secur’d what patriot wisdom plann’d.
When those who rul’d, by lust of pow’r misled,
Suspended Tyranny o’er Freedom’s head,
Gave Liberty the trappings of a throne
And left the Public Good, to serve their own;
All eyes, great Patriot, then to Thee were turn’d,
All hearts, indignant, the vile traitors spurn’d,
Chas’d them from pow’r, with a becoming zeal,
And call’d on Thee, thy country’s wounds to heal.
A Nation’s voice the high request had made,
You heard with modesty, with joy obey’d
Your guardian care once more proclaim’d us free
And broke the fetters, forg’d for Liberty.
Nor need the Poet trace the thorny road
That with laborious steps you since have trode,
Tell of the trials that beset your way,
Or clouds of Faction, that o’erhung your day:
There let th’ historian’s faithful page record
And future times his industry reward.
But me a nobler theme with rapture fires,
A task more grateful all my muse inspires;
I sing how savage man, long doom’d to roam,
The heav’ns his covering, the wide world his home,
Averse to arts, on horrid slaughter bent,
With deeds as direful as his dark intent,
How he, beneath thy fostering care was tam’d,
To arts, to science, and to law reclaim’d,
Taught, spite of habit, at distress to melt,
And forc’d to wonder at the change he felt.
So ancient heroes lawless men subdued
By conquering passions, not by spilling blood;
More truly great than those who sought renown
Through heaps of slain, and kingdoms overthrown:
As thine their glory, thine their fame shall be,
Admir’d, belov’d by all posterity.
Illustrious Sage! of Man the gen’ral friend,
Sway’d by no party views, no private end;
Thee to thy wish’d retreat, a Nation’s pray’r
Shall follow still; “That Heaven would bless Thee, there.”
Withdrawn, at length, from ev’ry public strife,
Happy, secluded, down thy vale of life
Long, long in peace may thou be left to stray,
Pleasure and health attendants of thy way,
While a blest People’s thanks are daily shed
In grateful tribute, round thy honor’d head.
Samuel B. Beach.
DLC: Papers of Thomas Jefferson.