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There's wailing on ty hus, Altai,
For chiefs--the Grecian witres' prey !
But Bosphorus, th y silvi,' ware

Hears shouts for the returning brave-
The bravest of her kingly line,
For there comes glorious Constantine.



Morning Nierlitations. 1. In sleep's serene oblivion laid,

I've safely pass'd the silent night; Again I see the breaking shade,

Again behold the morning light. 2 New born I bless the waking hour;

Once more, with awe, rejoice to be; My conscious soul resumes her power,

And soars, my guardian God, to thee. 3. O guide me through the various maze

My doubtful feet are doom'd to tread ; And spread thy shield's protecting blaze,

Where dangers press around my head. 4. A deeper shade shall soon impend

A deeper sleep my eyes oppress:
Yet then thy strength shall still defend;

Thy goodness still delight to bless.
5. That deeper shade shall break away;

That deeper sleep shall leave mine eyes;
Thy light shall give eternal day;
Thy love, the rapture of the skies.



Hymn to the Stars. 1. Ay, there ye shine, and there have shone,

In one eternal 'hour of prime,' Each rolling burningly, alone,

Through boundless space and countless time, Ay, there ye shine-the golden dews

That lave the realms by seraphs trod, There, through yon echoing vault, diffuse

The song of choral worlds to God. 2. Ye visible spirits! bright as erst

Young Eden's birthnight saw ye shine,

On all her flowers and fountains first,

Yet sparkling from the hand divine;
Yes, bright as then ye smil'd, to catch

The music of a sphere so fair,
Ye hold your high immortal watch,

And gird your God's pavilion there. 3. Gold frets to dust --yet there ye are;

Time rots the diamond,-there ye roll
In primal light, as if each star

Enshrined an everlasting soul!
And does it not-since your bright throngs

One all-enlightning Spirit ow!,
Prais'd there by pure, sider al tongues,

Eternal, glorious, blest, alone? 4. Could man but see what ye have seen,

Unfold awhile the shrouded past, From all that is, to what has been,

The glance how rich! the range how vast ! The birth of time, the rise, the fall

Of empires, myriads, ages flown, Thrones, cities, tongues, arts, worships,-all

The things whose cchoes are not gone. 5. Ye saw rapt Zoroaster send

His soul into your mystic reign; Ye saw th' adoring Sabian bend

The living hills his mighty fane!Beneath his blue and beaming sky,

He worshipp'd at your lofty shrine, And deem'd he saw, with gifted eye,

The Godhead in his works divine. 6. And there ye shine, as if to mock

The children of a mortal sire.
The storm, the bolt, the earthquake's shock

The red volcano's cataract fire,
Drought, famine, plague, and blood, and flame

nature's ills-and life's worse woes Are nought to you ;-ye smile the same,

And scorn alike their dawn and close. 7. Ay, there ye roll-emblems sublime

of him whosc spirit o'er us moves, Beyond the clouds of grief and crime,

Still shining on the world he loves : Nor is one scene to mortals given,

That more divides the soul and sod,

Than yon proud heraldry of heaven

Yon burning blazonry of God.


Address to the Mummy, in Belzoni's Exhibition, London. 1. And thou hast walk'd about (how strange a story!)

In Thebes' streets three thousand years ago,
When the Memnonium was in all its glory,

And time had not begun to overthrow
Those ternples, palaces, and piles stupendous,
Of which the very ruins are tremendous.
2. Speak ! for thou long enougn hast acted Dummy,

Thou hast a tongue-come, let us hear its turie; Thou’rt standing on thy legs, above ground, Mummy!

Revisiting the glimpses of the moon ;
Not like thin ghosts, and disembodied creatures,
But with thy bones and flosh, and limbs and features.
3. Tell us—for doubtless thou canst recollect-

To whom should we assign the Sphinx's fame?
Was Cheops or Cephrenes architect

Of either Pyramid that bears his name?
Is Pompey's pillar really a misnomer ?
Had Thebes a hundred gates, as sung by Homer ?
4. Perhaps thou wert a Mason, and forbidden

By oath to tell the mysteries of thy trade;
Then say what secret melody was hidden

In Memnon's statue, which at sunrise play'd?
Perhaps thou wert a Priest-if so, my struggles
Are vain ;-Egyptian priests ne'er owned their juggles.
5. Perchance that very hand, now pinion'd flat,

Has hob-a-nobb’d with Pharaoh, glass to glass;
Or dropp'd a half-penny in Homer's hat,

Or doff'd thine own to let Queen Dido pass,
Or held, by Solomon's own invitation,
A torch at the great Temple's dedication.
6. Since first thy form was in this box extended,

We have, above ground, seen some strange mutations s. The Roman empire has begun and ended ;

New worlds have risen-we have lost old nations ;
And countless kings have into dust been humbled,
While not a fragment of thy flesh has crumbled.
7. Didst thou not hear the pothier o'er thy head

When the great Persian conqueror, Cainbyses,

March'd armies o'er thy tomb with thundering tread,

O'erthrew Osiris, Orus, Apis, Isis,
And shook the Pyramids with fear and wonder,
When the gigantic Memnon fell asunder?
8. If the tomb's secrets may not be confess'd,

The nature of thy private life unfold:-
A heart has throbb'd beneath that leathern breast,

And tears adown that dusky cheek have rolled :-
Have children climb'd those knees, and kissed that face?
What was thy name and station, age, and race?
9. Statue of flesh-immortal of the dead !

Imperishable type of evanescence! Posthumous man, who quitt'st thy narrow bed,

And standest undecayed within our presence, Thou wilt hear nothing till the Judgment morning, When the great trump shall thrill thee with its warning 10. Why should this worthless tegument endure,

If its undying guest be lost forever? 0 let us keep the soul embalmed and pure

In jiving virtue; that when both must sever, Although corruption may our frame consume, Th’immortal spirit in the skies may bloom.


On Time.
1. Mov'p by a strange mysterious power,
That hastes along the rapid hour,

I touch the deep ton'd string;
E’en now I see his wither'd face,
Beneath yon tower's inouldering base,

Where mossy vestments cling.
2. Dark roll’d his cheerless eye around,
Severe his grisly visage frown'd, --

No locks his head array'd,
He grasp'd a hero's antique bust,
The marble crumbled into dust,

And sunk amidst the shade.
3. Malignant triumph filled his eyes,
"See, hapless mortals, see,” he cries,

How vain your idle schemes !
Beneath my grasp, the sairest form
Dissolves and mingles with the worm;

Thus vanish mortal dreams.

4. The works of God! and man I spoil ;
The proudest proofs of human toil,

I treat as childish toys:
I crush the noble and the brave,
Beauty I mar, and in the grave

I bury human joys.
5. Hold ! ruthless phantom-hold! I cried,
If thou canst mock the dreams of pride,

And meaner hopes devour,
Virtue, beyond thy reach, shall bloom,
When other charms sink to the tomb,--

She scorns thy envious power. 6. On frosty wings the demon fled, Howling as o'er the wali he sped,

Another year is gone!"
The ruin'd spire—the crumbling tow'r,
Nodding, nbey'd his awful pow'r,

As time few swiftly on.
7. Since beauty then, to time must bow
And age deform the fairest brow,

Let brighter charms be yours: The virtuous mind embalm'd in truth, Shall bloom in everlasting youth,

While Time himself endures.



The Silent Expression of Nature.
1. When thoughtsul to the vault of heaven

I lift my wondering eyes,
And see the clear and quiet even,

To night resign the skies,
The moon, in silence, rear her crest,

The stars, in silence, shine,-
A secret rapture fills my breast,

That speaks its birth divine. 2. Unheard, the dews around me fall,

And heavenly influence shed; And, silent, on this earthly ball,

Celestial footsteps tread. Aerial music wakes the spheres,

Touch'd by harmonious powers : With sounds, unheard by mortal ears,

They charm the lingering hours.

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