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Then come!-thy Arab maid will be
Oh! there are looks and tones that dart
As if the very lips and eyes
So came thy every glance and tone,
Then fly with me!-if thou hast known
Come!-if the love thou hast for me
But if for me thou dost forsake
Then, fare thee well-I'd rather make
XXX.-ODE TO ELOQUENCE.
HEARD ye those loud-contending waves,
Look up, and tremble at her fate?
Who shall calm the angry storm?
And bid the raging tumult cease?
See the olive branches waving
See the nymphs and swains advancing,
Grateful Io Pæans rise
To thee, O Power! who can inspire
And shook thy plumes in Attic skies!
Lo! from the regions of the north,
Where rests the sword? where sleep the brave?
From the fury of the blast:
The jarring States, obsequious now,
Lightning flashing from his eye.
Grasp the shield, and draw the sword;
Let us conquer him, or die !"
Ah, Eloquence! thou wast undone;
Wast from thy native country driven, When Tyranny eclipsed the sun,
And blotted out the stars of heaven! When Liberty from Greece withdrew, And o'er the Adriatic flew
To where the Tiber pours his urnShe struck the rude Tarpeian rock, Sparks were kindled by the strokeAgain thy fires began to burn!
Now shining forth, thou mad'st compliant
Giving vast conceptions birth!
Shake the pillars of the earth!
Put on Religion's bright array:
Rise, kindling with the orient beam,
Unfold the garments roll'd in blood!
XXXI.-HOPE AT THE CLOSE OF LIFE.
UNFADING Hope! when life's last embers burn, When soul to soul, and dust to dust return! Heav'n to thy charge resigns the awful hour! Oh! then, thy kingdom comes! Immortal Power! What though each spark of earth-born rapture fly The quivering lip, pale cheek, and closing eye! Bright to the soul thy seraph hands convey The morning dream of life's eternal day— Then, then, the triumph and the trance begin! And all the phoenix spirit burns within!
O! deep-enchanting prelude to repose, The dawn of bliss, the twilight of our woes! Yet half I hear the panting spirit sigh, It is a dread and awful thing to die! Mysterious worlds, untravell'd by the sun! Where Time's far wandering tide has never run, From your unfathom'd shades, and viewless spheres, A warning comes, unheard by other ears. "Tis Heaven's commanding trumpet, long and loud, Like Sinai's thunder, pealing from the cloud! While Nature hears with terror-mingled trust, The shock that hurls her fabric to the dust; And, like the trembling Hebrew, when he tro The roaring waves, and call'd upon his God, With mortal terrors clouds immortal bliss, And shrieks, and hovers o'er the dark abyss! Daughter of Faith, awake, arise, illume The dread unknown, the chaos of the tomb;
Melt, and dispel, ye spectre-doubts, that roll
XXXII. WHAT CONSTITUTES A STATE?
WHAT Constitutes a state?
Not high-rais'd battlement and labour'd mound, Thick wall, or moated gate:
Not cities proud, with spires and turrets crown'd: Not bays and broad-arm'd ports,
Where, laughing at the storm, rich navies ride : Not starr'd and spangled courts,
Where low-bred baseness wafts perfume to pride: No-men, high-minded men,
With powers as far above dull brutes endu'd, In forest, brake, or den,
As beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude: Men, who their duties know,
But know their rights: and, knowing, dare maintain, Prevent the long-aim'd blow,
And brush the tyrant, while they rend the chain. These constitute a state:
And sovereign law, that state's collected will,
O'er thrones and globes elate,
Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill.