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“ Exult in their fierce union! I am sad, “ And know not why the simple Peasants crowd “ Beneath the Chieftains' standard !” Thus the Maid.
To her the tutelary Spirit replied: “When Luxury and Lust's exhausted stores “ No more can rouse the appetites of KINGS ; “When the low flattery of their reptile Lords “ Falls flat and heavy on the accustom'd ear; “ When Eunuchs sing, and Fools buffoonery make, “ And Dancers writhe their harlot-limbs in vain : “ Then War and all its dread vicissitudes “ Pleasingly agitate their stagnant Hearts; “ Its hopes, its fears, its victories, its defeats, “ Insipid Royalty's keen condiment ! “ Therefore, uninjur'd and unprofited, “ (Victims at once and Executioners) “ The congregated Husbandmen lay waste 6 The Vineyard and the Harvest. As along 66 The Bothnic coast, or southward of the Line, “ Though hush'd the Winds and cloudless the high
Noon, “ Yet if LEVIATHAN, weary of ease, “ In sports unwieldy toss his Island-bulk, « Ocean behind him billows, and before
“ A storm of waves breaks foamy on the strand. " And hence, for times and seasons bloody and dark, “ Short Peace shall skin the wounds of causeless War, “ And War, his strained sinews knit anew, “ Still violate th unfinish'd works of Peace. " But yonder look! for more demands thy view !" He said : and straightway from the opposite Isle A Vapor sail'd, as when a cloud, exhaled From Egypt's fields that steam hot pestilence, Travels the sky for many a trackless league, 'Till o'er some Death-doom'd land, distant in vain, It broods incumbent. Forthwith from the Plain, Facing the Isle, a brighter cloud arose, And steer'd its course which way the Vapor went.
The Maiden paus’d, musing what this might mean. But long time pass'd not, ere that brighter Cloud Returned more bright : along the Plain it swept ; And soon from forth its bursting sides emerg'd A dazzling Form, broad-bosom’d, bold of eye, And wild her hair, save where with laurels bound. Not more majestic stood the healing God, When from his brow the arrow sped that slew Huge Python. Shriek’d'AMBITION's giant throng, And with them hiss’d the Locust-fiends that crawld
And glitter'd in CORRUPTION's slimy track. Great was their wrath, for short they knew their reign: And such commotion made they, and uproar, As when the mad Tornado bellows through The guilty islands of the western main, What time departing from their native shores, • Eboe, or *Koromantyn's plain of Palms,
* The Slaves in the West-Indies consider death as a passport to their native country. This sentiment is thus expressed in the introduction to a Greek Prize-Ode on the Slave Trade, of which the ideas are better than the language in which they are conveyed.
Ω σκοτου πυλας, Θανατε, προλειπων
Πατριδ επ' αιαν.
LITERAL TRANSLATION. Leaving the Gates of Darkness, O Death! hasten thou to a Race yoked with Misery! Thou wilt not be received with
The infuriate spirits of the Murdered make
“Maiden belov’d, and Delegate of Heaven!" (To her the tutelary Spirit said) “ Soon shall the Morning struggle into Day, “ The stormy Morning into cloudless Noon. “ Much hast thou seen, nor all canst understand“ But this be thy best Omen--SAVE THY COUNTRY !" Thus saying, from the answering Maid he pass'd, And with him disappear'd the Heavenly Vision.
“ Glory to Thee, Father of Earth and Heaven! “ All conscious PRESENCE of the Universe ! “ Nature's vast Ever-aeting ENERGY! “ In Will, in Deed, IMPULSE of All to All ! “ Whether thy Love with unrefracted Ray
lacerations of cheeks, nor with funereal ululation--but with circling dances, and the joy of songs. Thou art terrible indeed, yet thou dwelleth with LIBERTY, stern Genius! Borne on thy dark pinions over the swelling of Ocean, they return to their native country. There, by the side of Fountains beneath Citron-groves, the lovers tell to their beloved what horrors, being Men, they had endured from Men.
“ Beam on the PROPHET's purged eye, or if “ Diseasing Realms the Enthusiast, wild of Thought, “ Scatter new Frenzies on the infected Throng, “ Thou Both inspiring and predooming Both, “ Fit INSTRUMENTS and best, of perfect End: “ Glory to Thee, Father of Earth and Heaven !"
And first a Landscape rose,