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Give us old Noah and his sons and daughters,
The plain of Shinar,whence“ men's sons" were driven From that vast structure called the Tower of Babel,
Whose top should reach unto the height of heaven; We cannot for our lives and souls conjecture How people raised such piles of architecture. Show us that picture would be worth the showing
When miracles were wrought to save mankind; When all dry-shod, the Israelites were going
Across the Red Sea, wall’d up by the wind; And Pharaoh's iron chariots, and armed host, Were madly rushing in to be o'erwhelm'd and lost. Display that scene, when for the son of Nun
Thou stoodest still on Gibeon, and the Moon, At God's command, stopped over Ajalon ;
For one whole day refused ye to go down, While to Bethoron sped the flying Amorite, And heaven's hailstones crush'a him in his headlong
flight. How many famous scenes from ancient story,
Of Athens, Rome, and Egypt rise before me! What monuments of art! what deeds of glory!
“Give back the lost”-restore ye them! restore ye ! Thy pass, Thermopylæ! and, Marathon, thy fight! Ob Sun! bring such as these, with Salamis, to sight. But if, bright orb! the past be now denied us,
The present time at least is in our power, Since with thy secret, Genius hath supplied us;
Ye pupils of Daguerre ! improve the hourMake haste to paint the fragments which are left us, Of what stern Time and Vapdals have bereft us. Bring us the city of great Alexander,
Which once was so magnificent and vast ; Amid her ruins we would like to wander, And muse upon the glories of the past :
Four thousand baths and palaces did fill her,
(And with our latest breath we'll bless the giver,) Of Pyramids still battling with old Time
The land of Goshen and th’ Eternal River!
Old Hecatompylos, though not as when
Two hundred chariots and ten thousand men; . But of her mighty self, the granite skeleton, Whose giant bones for miles lie whitening* in the sun. Imagination flags and falters on the rack
Description 's beggar'd, and in vain would rise Up to thy vastness, Luxor! and Carnac!
Naught but the eye that scene can realize Give us the temples! columns ! gateway! propylon !None but thy master-hand can do it, glorious Sun! Bring Edom's long lost Petra—she who made
Her dwellings in the “rocky clefts"--all brought To desolation, or in fragments laid,
A thousand years unheard of and forgot !High as the eagle's nest her palaces she built, Bui God did smite her for her haughtiness and guilt. Bring us each Grecian and each Roman wreck
Th’ Acropolis and Coliseum bring; And Tadmor or Palmyra, and Balbec
The costly cities reared by Israel's king :t Collect the whole-all left by Turk, Goth, Vandal, Hun, In one vast gallery of pictures by the Sun.
* They are neither gray nor blackened. They have no lichen nor moss, but like the bones of man, they seem to whiten under the sun of the desert.-Stephens.
ị The universal tradition of the country, according to Wood, is, that Balbec, as well as Palmyra, was built by Solomon.
À MENTAL RETROSPECTION.
I once could see, but now am blind
The world is dark to me;
As once it used to be.
The first faint streak of light-
Along the mountain height.
Before the approaching sun-
His glory going down.
That flood of morning light,
Within the arms of night.
The Violet's early bloom;
To my dear mother's room ;
With white or purple bells;
Peep'd out from sunny dells.
Beside the Dogwood pale ;
Returning warmth to hail,
Spread like a carpet green,
Embroid'ring all the scene.
Wav'd like a sea of gold
'Twas beauteous to behold;
Those blossoms had been early shed
The type of man's own doom ;
Oft sink into the tomb.
By many a verdant leaf;
There was no heart for grief.
Fast flutt'ring ev'ry one
To curtain out the sun.
Sometimes with smoky light;
Foreran the clear and bright.
Look'd rich beyond belief;
And some with golden leaf;
Were mix'd with evergreen, And ev'ry shade and ev'ry hue
Within the rainbow seen; In color'd map, these trees were group'd
All over hill and dale-
In some Arabian tale.
And lay it bleak and bare;
Was left of all so fair.
That thou wert smiling on,
So sad and woe-begone?
A charm unto my eye;
To lift the soul on high :
The storm and tempest sweeping past,
The torrents too of rain,
And burying all the plain.
Out on the waste which froze;
Upon the sparkling snows?'
With patines of bright gold;"*
A mimic heaven unroll’d.
Thou too had charms for me :
And I could welcome thee.
And dark my path on earth,
Through my Redeemer's worth.
Battle of New Orleans.
Of Jackson and the brave,
The day to mem’ry bring,
Came the host of England's king;
Our hearts of sterling gold,
And Packenham the bold
* Sit Jessica: look how the floor of heaven
Merchant of Venice.
| Patines were small flat dishes used in the administration of the Eucharist.