And sow'd corruption in those fairy bowers? Leagued their base bands to tread out light and truth, And uncorrupt; existence one long joy, And death unfear'd; while fresh and fadeless youth Speak, speak! the mysteries of those living worlds Bound to the surface of this pigmy globe, And beauty, by the hand of Power divine But adding to its glories. While the soul, THE VISION OF LIBERTY. THE evening heavens were calm and bright; No dimness rested on the glittering light, [high; That sparkled from that wilderness of worlds on Those distant suns burn'd on in quiet ray; The placid planets held their modest way; [sky. And silence reign'd profound o'er earth, and sea, and Oh what an hour for lofty thought! My spirit burn'd within; I caught A holy inspiration from the hour. Around me man and nature slept; Alone my solemn watch I kept, Till morning dawn'd, and sleep resumed her power. A vision pass'd upon my soul. I still was gazing up to heaven, As in the early hours of even; I still beheld the planets roll, And all those countless sons of light [less night. Flame from the broad blue arch, and guide the moon When lo, upon the plain, Just where it skirts the swelling main, A massive castle, far and high, In towering grandeur broke upon my eye. Proud in its strength and years, the pond'rous pile Its lofty gates seem'd scornfully to smile Its gorgeous carvings of heraldic pride In giant masses graced the walls above, And dungeons yawn'd below. Yet ivy there and moss their garlands wove, Grave, silent chroniclers of time's protracted flow. Bursting on my steadfast gaze, See, within, a sudden blaze! So small at first, the zephyr's slightest swell, The feeble fluttering of that flame would quell. But soon it spread Waving, rushing, fierce, and red From wall to wall, from tower to tower, Till every fervent pillar glow'd, And every stone seem'd burning coal, Instinct with living heat, that flow'd Like streaming radiance from the kindled pole. Beautiful, fearful, grand, Silent as death, I saw the fabric stand. From side to side, throughout the pile it ran ; Till now in rattling thunder-peals it grew; Like blazing comets through the troubled sky. Nor even its ruins met my wondering eye. But in their place Bright with more than human grace, Robed in more than mortal seeming, Radiant glory in her face, [ing And eyes with heaven's own brightness beam Rose a fair majestic form, As the mild rainbow from the storm. I mark'd her smile, I knew her eye; Read ye the dream? and know ye not How truly it unlock'd the world of fate? Went not the flame from this illustrious spot, And spreads it not, and burns in every state? And when their old and cumbrous walls, Fill'd with this spirit, glow intense, Vainly they rear'd their impotent defence: The fabric falls! That fervent energy must spread, Till despotism's towers be overthrown; And in their stead, Liberty stands alone! Hasten the day, just Heaven! And let the blessings thou hast freely given, Till equal rights be equally enjoy'd, And human power for human good employ'd; W. E. GALLAUDET. LINES TO THE WESTERN MUMMY. Oн, stranger, whose repose profound What wonders of the secret earth Thy race, by savage war o'errun, By Friendship's hand thine eyelids closed, By Friendship's hand the turf was laid; And Friendship here, perhaps, reposed, With moonlight vigils in the shade. The stars have run their nightly round, The sun look'd out and pass'd his way, And many a season o'er the ground Has trod where thou so softly lay. And wilt thou not one moment raise How like what once enchanted thee? Thy name, thy date, thy life declare ; Perhaps a Helen, from whose eye A faded phantom, and no more? Oh, not like thee would I remain, The freshness that my childhood knew. But has thy soul, oh maid! so long |