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“Now gliding remote, on the verge of the sky,
The moon half extinguished her crescent displays : But lately I marked, when majestic on high
She shone, and the planets were lost in her blaze. Roll on, thou fair orb, and with gladness pursue
The path that conducts thee to splendour again : But man's faded glory what change shall renew;
Ah fool! to exult in a glory so vain !"
“ 'Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more :
I mourn; but, ye woodlands, I mourn not for you; For morn is approaching, your charms to restore, Perfumed with fresh fragrance, and glittering with
dew. Nor, yet for the ravage of winter 1 mourn;
Kind nature the embryo blossom will save : But when shall spring visit the mouldering urn:
Oh! when shall day dawn on the night of the grave !
“ 'Twas thus by the glare of false science betrayed,
That leads, to bewilder; and dazzles, to blind; My thoughts wont to roam, from shade onward to shade,
Destruction before me, and sorrow behind. Oh! pity, great Father of light, then I cried,
Thy creature who fain would not wander from Thee! Lo, humbled in dust, I relinquish my pride:
From doubt and from darkness Thou only canst free.
" And darkness and doubt are now flying away ;
No longer I roam in conjecture forlorn : So breaks on the traveller, faint and astray,
The bright and the balmy effulgence of morn. See truth, love, and mercy, in triumph descending,
And nature all glowing in Eden's first bloom ! On the cold cheek of death smiles and roses are blend.
ing, And beauty immortal awakes from the tomb,”
ODE TO ELOQUENCE. Heard ye those loud contending waves,
That shook Cecropia's pillared state? Saw
the mighty from their graves Look
and tremble at her fate ? Who shall calm the angry storm? Who the mighty task perform,
And bid the raging tumult cease?
O'er Ilissus' winding stream ;
The Muses smiling by supreme !
Grateful Io Peans rise
The reddening storm of battle pours ;
Fastens on the Olynthian towers. “ Where rests the sword ?—where sleep the brave ? Awake ! Cecropia's ally save
From the fury of the blast; Burst the storm on Phocis' walls ; Rise ! or Greece for ever falls,
Up! or Freedom breathes her last !” The jarring States, obsequious now,
View the Patriot's hand on high; Thunder gathering on his-brow,
Lightning flashing from his eye!
Borne by the tide of words along,
" To arms! to arms! to arms !" they cry, “Grasp the shield, and draw the sword, Lead us to Philippi's lord,
Let us conquer him--or die !" Ah Eloquence ! thou wast undone ;
Wast from thy native country driven,
And blotted out the stars of heaven.
his She struck the rude Tarpeian rock; Sparks were kindled by the shock
Again thy fires began to burn !
The Conscript Fathers to thy charms;
Sinking fast in Slavery's arms ! I see thee stand by Freedom's fane, Pouring the persuasive strain,
Giving vast conceptions birth : Hark! I hear thy thunder's sound, Shake the Forum round and round
Shake the pillars of the earth! First-born of Liberty divine !
Put on Religion's bright array;
The portal of eternal day!
Unfold the garments rolled in blood !
And point the way to Heaven—to God !
DISSOLUTION OF NATURE.
“ Be dark thou Sun--in one eternal night!
these worlds on high ! And Time-be lost in vast Eternity!
Now by Creation's dread tremendous Sire,
I swear by Him—that— Time shall be no more !"
THE CONQUEROR. There was a temple, a glorious one,
Of the noble in death the dwelling;
And its organ tones were swelling.
All painted in antique story;
Like a gem diffusing glory.
The banner of love displaying;
Who their hallowed rites were paying.