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103



And nil ye balmy winds, tlmt sportivo rove,

Awake, and round her l>liisLiug clucks 'gin playing,
Soon as her loot, all gently moving on,
Its beauteous burden bears to Love's own thro.ie !

Hark to yon sound that seems parting
The bushes, and hastening near ! —
No, 'tis but the bird upstarting
I'rom the copse, in sudden fear !

Oh, quench thy torch, bright Day ! And thou, pale
Night,

"With thy propitious silence o'er \\s hover !
Around us spread a V( il of purple light !

Let mystic boughs our blissful meeting cover !
From listeners' ears, Love's raptures take their flight.

They fly when I'hcebus' beams the world rule over;
For Hesi^crus alone, who silently
Casts down his rays, their couHdaut can be !

Hear I not soft whispers cleaving
The air as the echoes they wake ?

No, 'tis but the cygnet weaving

Circlets in the silv'ry lake !

A flood of harmony mine ear assails, —

The fountain's gush with murnnir sweet is falhng- -
The west wind's balmy kiss the flow'ret hails, —

And all creation smiles with joy enthralling ;
The pni^jle grape, the luscious peach that veils,

'Neath shelt'ring leaves, its chai'ms, seem softly
calling ;
The inccnse-beai-ing Zephyrs, as ihey blow.
Drink from my biu'ning cheeks their fieiy glow !

Do-wn through yon laurel-walk rushmg.
Hear not I footsteps resound '?

No, 'tis but the fruit all bhishing,

Falling ripen'd to the ground !

In gentle death now sinks day's flaming eye.
And all his gorgeous hues ara fast declining ;

The flowers, that 'neath his fiery ardor si.^h.
Open theii' cups, whei? t^viLight soft 'gins sliinuig ;



104



EVENING.



The moon her silver beams shed silently, —

The world in shadows dim its form issluining ;
Each charm its circling girdle lays aside,
And Beauty stands disclos'd in modest pride !

Is't not a white form advancing ?

Gleams not its soft-rustling train ?
No, 'tis Lut the yew-trees glancing
Yon dim columns back again !

"With sweet but airy di'eams like these to play,
No longer be content, thou bosom panting !
No shadowy bliss my heart's mad thirst can stay —

She whom this arm would clasp, alas, is wanting !
Oh, guide her living, breathing charms this way !

Oh, let me press her hand, with joy enchanting !
The very shadow of her mantle's seam-
But lo ! — a form of hfe assumes my di'eam !

And as, from the Heavens descending,
Appears the sweet moment of bliss.

In silence her steps thither bending,
She waken'd her love with a kiss !



EVENING.

(after a picture.)

Oh ! thou bright-beaming God, the plains are thirstmgj
Thirstmg for freshening dew, and man is pining ;

Weai-ily move on thy horses —

Let, then, thy chariot descend !

Seest thou her who, from Ocean's crystal billows,
Lovingly nods and smi](>s ? — Thy heart must know her !
Joyously speed on thy horses, — •
Tethys, the Goddess, 'tis nods I

Swiftly from out his flaming chariot leaping.

Into her arms he springs, — the reins takes Cupid,—

Quietly stand the horses.

Drinking the coolinjo- flood,



liONOINO. lOfl

Now, from the IToaveiiS -witli gentle step d-^^endiiig.
Balmy Night niipiurs, liy sweet Love follow'd;

Mortiils, rest ye and lovo ye, —

Phoebus, the levuig one, rests 1



LONGING.



Could I from thLs valley drear,

Where the mist hangs heavily.
Soar to some more blissful sphere

Ah ! ht)W hai)py should I be 1
Distant hills enchant my sight.

Ever young and ever f:ur ;
To those hills I'd take my flight

Had I wings to scale the air.



Harmonies mine ear assail,

Tones that breathe a heavenly calm ;
And the gentle-sighing gale

Greets me Avith its fragrant balm.
Peeping through the shady bowers.

Golden fruits their charms display.
And those sweetly-blooming flowers

Ne'er become cold winter's prey.

In yon endless sunshine bright,

Oh ! what bliss 'twould be to dwelj\
How the l^reeze on yond'-r height

Must the heart with rapture swell j
Yet the stream that hems my path

Checks me with its angry frown,
While its waves, in rising wrath.

Weigh my weaiy si)irit down.

See — a bark is di-aAnng near.

But, alas, the pih)t fails !
Enter boldly — wherefore fear ?

Inspirati(ju fills its sails.
Faith and courage make thine owti,-'

Gods ne'er lend a helping hand ;
'Tis by magic power alone

Thou canst reach the magic land !



106
FHE PILGRIM.

Yes ! 'twas in life's happy morning

That I first began to roam,
And, Youth's transient pleasures scorning,

Left for aye my native home.

All the wealtii by fate imparted
To the winds "with joy I hui'l'd ;

Then with conscience single-hearted,
GrasjD'd my staff, and sought the world.

By a mighty impulse di'iven —
By a voice of m^'stic strength —

*' Go ! " it cried, "to thee 'tis given
Happiness to reach at length.

" Wlien thou seest a golden portal

Near thee lying, enter in ;
There each thing that eartii made mortal.

Heavenly is, and free fi-om sin."

Evening came, and morn succeeded.

On I went nn^\'eariedly ;
But the rest my bosom needed

Ever from me seemed to fly.

In my path lay mountain ridges,
Streams to hem my progress roll'd ;

Yet I spann'd their gulfs Avith bridges —
Cross'd each flood with coiu'age bold.

Till at length I reached a torrent —
Eastward ran its waters clear ;

Trusting fondly to tlie current,
In I plunged without a fear.

Soon into a mighty ocean

I was carri(>d by the stream ;
Vain now jsrov'd my self-devotion, —

All was but an empty dream I

Naught, alas, can lead me thither ! —
Yon bright realms of Heaven so clear

xNe'er can send their brightness hither —
And the There is never Here |



107
THE IDEALS.

Ani> -wilt thou, Fiiithloss one, then, leave me^

Witli ill! thy ni<afi;ic i)liaiitiisy, —
Witli all tlio thoughts tlmt joy or grieve me,

Wilt thou "with Jill f(jr ever fly ?
Can naught delay thine onward motion,

Thou golden tinit! of life's young di-eam?
In vain ! Eternity's -wide ocean

Ceaselessly di'owns thy rolling stream.

The glorious suns my youtli enchanting

Have set in never-ending night ;
Those blest Ideals now are wanting

That swcll'd my lieart with mad delight.
The oll'spriug of my dream liath perisli'd.

My faith in Being pass'd away ;
The godlike hoi)es that once I cherish 'd

Are now Ideality's sad prey.

As once Pygmalion, fondly yearning,

Embrac'd the statue form'd by liim,
Till the cold marble's cheeks wore burning,

And life diftus'd through ev'ry Umb, —
So I, with youthful passion fired,

My longing arms round Nature threAV
Till, clinging to my breast inspired,

Bhe 'gan to breathe, to kindle, toe.

And all my fiory ardor pro\-ing,

Though mute, her tale she soon conld tell,
Return'd each kiss I gave her loving.

The throbbings of my heart read well.
Then living seem'd each tree, each flower,

TIhmi SAveetly sang the Avaterfall,
And e'en the soulless in that hour

Shar'd in the heav'uly bliss of all.

For then a circhiig "World was bursting
My bosom's narrow prison-cell,

To enter into Being thirsting,

In deed, word, shape, and sound as well.

This world, how wondrous groat I deem'd it^
Ere yet its blossoms could unfold I



i08 THE IDEALS,

Wlien open, oh, how little seem'd it f
That little, oh, how mean and cold 1

How happy, Aving'd by coiirage daring.

The youtli Life's mazy path first press'd—
No care his manly strength inipahing.

And in his di-oam's sv.eet vision blest I
The dimmest star in air's dominion

Seem'd not too distant for his flight ;
His yoimg and ever-eager pinion

Soar'd far beyond all mortal sight.

Thus joyously tow'rd Heaven ascending,

Was aught for his bright hopes too far ?
The airy guides his steps attending.

How danced they round Life's radiant car I
Soft Love was there, her guerdon bearing.

And Fortune, with her crown of gold,
And Fame, her starry chajslet wearing,

And Truth, in majesty untold.

But while the goal was yet before them,

The faithless guides began to stray ;
Impatience of their task came o'er them.

Then one by one they di-opp'd away.
Light-footed Fortune first retreatuig,

Then Wisdom's tliirst remaiu'd mistiil'd,
Wliile heavy storms of doubt were beating

Upon the path Truth's radiance fill'd.

I saw Fame's sacred wreath adorning

The brows of an unwoi-thy crew ;
And, ah ! how soon Love's happy morning.

When spring had vanish'd, vanish'd tv.o ,
More silent yet, and yet more weary.

Became the desert path I trod ;
And even Hope a glimmer dreary

Scarce cast upon the gloomy road.

Of all that train, so bright with glacinesSj
Oil, who is faithful to the end ?

Who now will seek to cheer my sadness.
And to the grav^ my steps attend?



THE maiden's lament. yi09

Thou, Friendship, of all guides tlie fairest,

Who f^cutly healest cv'iy -vvoiunl ;
Who all Life's heavy burdens sharest.

Thou, whom I early sought and found I

Employment, too, thy loving neighbor.

Who quells the bosom's rising storms ;
Wlio ne'er grows weary of her labor.

And ne'er destroys, though slow slio forms ;
Win), though but gi'aius of sand she i^laces

To swell eternity sublime,
Yet minutes, days, aye 1 years effaces

From the dread reckoning kept by Time I



THE MAIDEN'S LAMENT.

THEcloiids fast gather,

Tiie forest-oaks roar, —
A maiden is sitting

Beside the green shore, —
Th(^ billows are breaking with might, Avitli might.
And she sighs aloud in the darkling night,
Her eyelids heavy with weej)ing.

" My heart's dead within me.

The world is a void ;
To the Avish it gives nothing.
Each hope is dtstroy'd.
I have tasted the fulness of bliss below —
I have liv'd, I have lov'd, — thy child, oh take now,
Thou Holy One, into thy keeping 1"

" In vain is thy sorrow.
In vain thy tears fall,
For the Dead from their slumbers
They ne'er can recall;
Yet if aught can pour comfort and balm in thy heart,
Now tliat lovo its sweet pleasures no more can iuii)artj
Speak thy wish, and thou granted shalt find it 1 "

"Though in vain is my sorrow.
Though in vain my tears fall,—



110 THE TfOTJTH AT THE BROOK.

Though the Dead from their slumbers
They ue'ei' can recall,
Yet no balm is so sweet to the desolate heart,
When love its soft pleasures no more can iinpcii.
As the torments that lova leaves behind it 1"



THE YOUTH AT THE BROOH

Neab a brook a boy is sitting,

Twining many a garland gay ;
But, alas ! he sees them ever

Hurried by the stream away.
" Restless as those dancing waters.

My sad days are fleeting on ;
Transient as those fragrant garlands^

Lo I my youth will soon be gone.

"Ask me not why I am sorrowing
In the si^ring-time of my years !

Joy and hope till every creature

Soon as smiling Spring appears ;

But the thousand voices hailmg
Nature wak'uing from her sleep,

In my bosom waken only

Anguish bitter, torments deep.

"What avail to ?/?e the pleasures

Spring is able to convey ?
There is only one I sigh for.

Yet, though near, 'tis far away.
Fahi I'd seize the flattering vision,

Fain I'd clasp it to my breast ;
But, alas ! it ever flies me.

And my heart remains oppress'dc

"Leave thy castle proud behind thes
Hitlior, maiden, Avend thy Avay ;

And I'll fill thy lap with flowers,
Oifspring of all-bounteous May.



THE FAVOn OP THE MOMKN'T. Ill

Hark ! tlio stroamlet snfdy inurmius,

J ()y(ju.s carols till the iiir ;
E'en a cottage is a palace

To a liappy, loving pair ! "



THE FAVOR OF I HE MOMENT,

So, at length, once more we meet

In the Muses' glad domain I
Let us twine a garland sweet,

Fit to grace their brows again !

To what God shall we now bring

Earlii'st tribute of our lays?
Lot us lirst y//.s glory sing,

Who Avith bliss our toil repays.

Wliat avails it that a Soul

Ceres l)reat]K'S into the shrine?

That great Bacchus brims the bowl
With the red blood of the vine ?

If fliat spark -which set on fire

Mortal hearths, comes not from high,

Joy will ne'er the soul inspire,
And the heart will vainly sigh.

From the clouds must fortime fall,

From the lap of Deities ;
And the mightiest Lord of all

Is the moment as it tlies.

'Mongst the things that have their birth

'Neath eternal Nature's sway,
Naught is god-like here on earth,

Save the thought's all-piercing ray.

Slowly stone and stone unite,

As the circhng seasons roll ;
But our work will see the light

ISoou as fuiliiou'd by the soiU,



112 MOtTNTAIjf SOSfG.

As the simliglit's radiant glow
Weaves a golden tapestry — ■

As upon lier gorgeous bow
Iris quivers in the sky,

So each gift that joys the heart
rieeteth as a gleam of light ;

Soon for aye it must depart
To the darksome tomb of night.



• MOUNTAIN SONG.

Ton bridge o'er the giddy abyss will conduct,

From Irfe unto death 'tis the portal ;
But figures gigantic the lone way obstruct,

And threaten to crush thee, fraU mortal !
And, wouldst thou not waken the avalanche dread,
The terrible path thou must noiselessly tread.

High over the brink of the chasm jjrofound

An arch is in triumph suspended ;
Twas rais'd not liy science of man from the ground.

Jlis thoughts to such heights ne'er ascended.
Below, late and early, the tierce torrent boils —
Assails it in fury, but fruitlessly toils.

A dark and mysterious gate opens wide,
Beyond seem the shadow-realms dreaded ;

Biit sudden a region of l)liss is descried,

Wliere autumn and spring-time are wedded ;

Uh, would I could fly to that vale of repose

From the labors of life, and its ne'er-ending woes ,'

fionv streams to the plain with wild roar issue forth,

Their source remains hidden for ever ;
They flow to tlio East, to the West, Soutli, and North,

The world's four gr-eat highways they sever.
And fast as their mother with groans gives them bii'tli,
'dey ti.y away swiftly and vanish from earth.



Has AliPIXE SUNTEK. liS

Two peaks, far above the weak gaze of mankind
From Ether's l)hie vault seem ailvancing ;

Upon them, in vapor all-golden en.shrin'tl,
The clouds, II.Miven's danghters, are dancLug.

"lliL'ir coui-se all alone they imceasing pursue,

The eye of uo mortal their progi'ess can \'iew.

The Queen, on a throne that no time can e'er changt

In glory and brightness is sitting ; —
She Aveareth a chaplct of diamonds strange

To grace her fau- forehead Ijelitting.
The sun shoots his an'ows of Ught at her ever —
They gild her, 'tis true, but their wannth they give nevei !



THE ALPINE HUNTER.

Wilt thou not the lambldns guard ?

Oh, how soft and meek they look,
Feeding on the grassy sward.

Sporting round the sUv'rj^ brook !
'* Mother, mother, let me go
On yon heights to chase the roe !"

Wilt thou not the flock compel
With the horn's iuspuing notes ?

Sweet the echo of yon bell,
As across the Avood it floats I

"Mother, mother, let me go

On you heights to himt the roe 1"

"Wilt thou not the flow'rets bind,
Smiluig gently in their bed ?

For no garden thou wilt find

On yon heights so wild oiid drea<l.

"Leave the flow'rets, — let them blowi

Mother, mother, let me go !"

And the youth then sought the chase,
Onward jiress'd with hi^adlong speed

To the mountain's gloomiest place, —
Naught his progress could impede ;



114 DlTHTRAMfi.

And before him, like the -wind,
S\vif tly flies, the trembling hind.

Up the naked precipice

Clambers she, with footstep light
O'er the chasm's dark abyss

Leaps A\'ith spiing of daring mighi,?
But behind, nuweariedly,
With his death-bow follows he.

Now upon tlie mgged top

Stands she,— on the loftiest height,

Where the cliffs abruptly stop,
And the jiath is lost to sight.

There she views the steeps below, —

Close behind, her mortal foe.

She, with silent woeful gaze.
Seeks the cruel boy to move ;

Btitj alas ! in vaiu she prays —
To the strmg he fits the groove.

When from out the clefts, behold i

Steps the Mountain Genius old.

With his hand the Deity

Shields the beast that trembling sighs |
•' Miist thou, even tip to me,

Death and anguish send?" he cries, —
" Earth hr,s room for all to dwell, —
Why pursue my lov'd gazelle ? "



DITHYRAMB.

Never, — ^iDelieve me, —
See we the Deities —
Never alone.
No sooner docs Bacchus the Jovial greet me,
Than Love, smiliug lu'chin, comes bounding to me©*
me,
Phcebus the Radiant — ^he, too, is one I
See them advancing,
Crowding the portals I



THE FOCn AGES OT TTTE 'VTORLD. llo

Soon in my dwelling
Staiuls each iaimortal !

Say, ye Divine ones,
How I, a frail creature,

Due boma.'j^^e ca.i pay?
Bright immortality so.aI down from Heaven !
Yet what requittal by mo caa be give.i ?

Oh, to Olympns guide ui)ward my way !
Bliss dw(>lleth only

In Jupiter's i^alace ;
Brimming -with nectar.

Oh ! give mo the chalice I

Give him the chalice
Brim fur the Poet,

Hebe the bowl !
Moisten his eyes vrith the dew we qiiaff evei,
Let Stj*x, the dark torrent, be seen by him never,

Let visions celestial brighten liis soul 1
The heavenly fountain

Sparkles and bubbles,
Gladd'ning the bosom,

And banishing troubles I



i'HE FOUR AGSS OF THE WORLD,

The goblet is sparkling with purple-tmged "nine.
Bright glistens the eye of each gue^»t,

Wlien into the liall comr's the Minstrel divine,
To tl:e good he now brings wiiat is best;

For Avhen from Elysium is absent the IjTe,

No joy can the banquets of uectar insi>ire.

Ha is blest by the Gods with an intellect elf ar.

That miiTors the Avorld as it glides ;
Ho has seen all that ever has taken place here,

And all that the future still hides.
He sat in the God's secret councus oi old,
And heard the command for each thing to unfold,



116 THE FOUR AGES OF THE WORLD.

He opens in splendor, witli gladness and mirthj
That life wliich was hid from oiir eyes ;

Adorns as a temple the dwelling of eai-th,
Tliat the Muse has bestoM'Vl as his priae.

No roof is so humble, no hut is so low,

But he with Divinities bids it o'erliow.

And as the inventive descendant of Zeus,

On the ixnadorn'd round of tlie shield,
With knov/ledge divine could, reflected, produce

Earth, sea, and the stars' shining field, —
So he, ou the morcents, as onward they roll,
The image can stamp of the iniiuite ^Vhole.

From the earliest age of the world he has come,

Wlien nations rejoiced in their prime ;
A wanderer glad, he has still found a home

With every race through all time.
Foiu* ages of man iu his lifetime have died.
And the place they ouce held by the Fifth is supplied.

Satnmus fii-st govei-n'd, with fatherly smile,

Each day then resembled the last ;
Then flourish'd the Shepherds, a race withoiit giule—

Their bliss by no care was o'ercast.
They lov'd, — and no other employment they had.
And Eai-th gave her treasures with wiUiuguess glad.

Then Labor came next, and the conflict began
With monsters and beasts f am'd in song ;

^jid heroes upstarted, as rulers of man,
And the weak sought the aid of the strong.

And strife o'er the fiald of Scamander now reign'd,

But Beauty the God of the world still remain'd.

At length from the conflict bright Victory sprang,
And gentleness blossom'd from might ;

In heavenly chorus the Muses then sang,
And figures divine saw the light ; —

The age that acknowledg'd sweet Phantasy's sway

Can never retuiii, it, has fleeted away.

'Clie Gods from their seats in the Heavens were hurl'd,
And their piiluis of glory o'erthi-own ;



Hiscii som lit

Aju\ tliG Son of tlio Virp;ia apiioar'd in tlio world

For tho sins of uiiuikiucl to atone.
The fugitive lusts of the sonso -were Hiippress'd,
And man noAV tirst grappled -svitli Thought it hi.s breast

Each vain and voluptuous charm vanish'd now,

Whcn-in the you.r^ world took dcliglit ;
Tho monk and the r.un mudo of ponance a vow,

And tho tourney AViiH sought l)y the kuight.
Though tho aspect of life was now dreary and wild,
Yet Love remain'd ever both lovely and mild.

An altar of holiness, free from all stain.

The Mnscs in sUence uprear'd ;
And all that was noble and worthy, again

In woman's chaste bosom appeaj-'d ;
The bright flame of song was soon kindled anew
By the minstrel's soft lays, and Lis love, pure and trua

And so, in a gentle and ne'er-changing band,

Let woman and minstrel uuita ;
They w eave, and they fashit>n, with hand join'd to hand,

The girdle of Beauty and Eight.
Wlioti lo"e blends with music, in unison sweet.
The lustre of Jilo's youthful days ne'er can fieet.



PUNCH SONG.

Four elements, join'd in
Harmonious strife.

Shadow the world forth,
And typify life.

Into the goWet

The lemon's iuiee pour?
Acid is ever

Life's innermost core.

Now with the sugar's
All-bol'tening juico,



11^ TO MY FBIENUa

The strength of the acid
So bui'ning reduce.

The bright sparkling water

Now jjour in the bowl ;
"Water all-geutly
Encircles the whole.

Let drops of the spirit
To join them now flow ;

Life to the living

Naught else can bestow.

Drain it off quickly
Before it exhales ;

Save when 'tis glo^ving,
The draught naught avails.



TO MY FRIENDS.

Yes, my friends ! — that happier times have he&z
Than the jaresent, none can contravene ;

That a race once liv'd of nobler worth ;
And if ancient chronicles were dumb,
Countless stones in witness forth Avould come

From the deepest entrails of the earth.
But this highly-favor'd race has gone,

Gone for ever to the realms of night.
We, we live ! The moments are our own.

And the living judge the right.

Brighter zones, my friends, no doubt excel
This, the land wherein we're doom'd to dwell

As the hardy travelers i)roclaim ;
But if Natwe has denied us much.
Art is yet responsive to our touch,

And our hearts can kindle at }i<:r flame.
If the laiu-ol will not flourish here —

If the myrtle is c(jld winter's prey,
Yet the vine, to crown us, year by year,

Still puts forth its foliage gay.



rUNCn GOrCCi. 119

Of a busier life 'tis well to spoak,

Where four worlds their Aveaitli to barter seek,

On the world's great market, Thames' broad stream ;
Ships in thousands go there and depart — •
There are seen the costliest works of art,

A:i.l the earth-god, Mammon, reij^ns supreme :
But the sun his image only graves

On the silent streamlet's level plain,
Not ujion the torrc^nt's mucltly Avaves,

Swollen by heavy rain.

Far more bless'd than we, in Northern States,
Dwells the beggar at the Angel-gates,

For he sees the peerless city — Rome !
Beauty's glorious charms around him lie.
And a second Heaven up tow'rd the sky

Mounts St. Peter's proud and Avondrous dome.
But, Avith all the charms that splendor grants,

Rome is but the tomb of ages past ;
Life but smiles upon the blooming i)lant3

That the seasons round her cast.

Greater actions elsewhere may be rife
Than Avith us, in our contracted life —

But l)eneatli the sun there's naught that's new ;
Yet Avo see the great of ev'ry age
Pass before us on the Avorld's Avide stage

Thoughtfully and calmly in revicAv :
All in life repeats itself for ever.

Young for aye is phantasy aUmo ;
Wliat has happen'd nowhere, — happen'd never,—

That hixs never older gi-OAvn !



PUNCH SONG.

(to be sung IX NORTHERN COUNTRIES.)

On the mountain's breezy summit.
Where the Southern sunbeams shin©

Aided by tlu'ir Avarming vigor.
Nature yields the golJeu Aviue,



120 PUKCH SONG.

Hqw tlie Avondrous mother f ormeth.
None have ever read aright ;

Hid for ever is her working,
And inscrutable her might.

Sparkling as a son of Phoebus,
As the fiery source of light,

Prom the vat it bubbling springeth.
Purple, and as crystal bright ;

And rejoiceth all th.e senses,
And in ev'ry sorrowuig breast

Pouretli Hope's refreshiiig balsam,
And on life bestows new zest.

But their slanting rays all feebly
On our zone the sunbeams shoot j

They can only tinge the foliage,
But they ripen ne'er the fruit.

Yet the North insists on living.
And what lives will merry be ;

So although the grape is wanting,
We invent wine cleverly.

Pale the drink we noAv ai'e ofFring
On the household altar here ;

But wliat living Nature ma^keth,
Sparkling is and ever clear.

Let us, from the liriraming goblet,
Drain the troubled flood with mirtk ■

Art is but a gift of Heaven,

Borrowed from the glow of earth.

Even strength's dominions boundles,'
'Neath luu' rule obetUent lie ;

From the old the new slio fashions
With creative energy.

She the elements' close union
Severs with her sov'reign nod '



NADO^T.SSiAN DEATil-LAMENt. 121

Witli tiio flume iipr.n tlio altar,
Emulates the great Suii God.

For the distant, happy islands,

Now the Vessel .sallies f(n'tli.
And the Southern fruits, all-golden,

Pours upon the eager North.

As a type, then, — as an image,


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