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Children of Wretchedness! More groans must rise, / With conscious zeal had urged Love's wondrous plan.
More blood must stream, or ere your wrongs be full. Coadjutors of God. To Milton's trump
Yet is the day of Retribution nigh:

The high Groves of the renovated Earth
The Lamb of God hath open'd the fifth seal: Unbosom their glad echoes : inly hush'd,
And upward rush on swistest wing of Sre

Adoring Newton his serener eye The innumerable multitude of wrongs

Raises to heaven: and he of mortal kind By man on man inflicted! Rest awhile,

Wisest, he* first who mark d the ideal tribes Children of Wretchedness! The hour is nigh ; Up the fine fibres through the sentient brain. And lo! the Great, the Rich, the Mighty Men, Lo! Priestley there, Patriot, and Saint, and Sage, The Kings and the Chief Captains of the World, Him, full of years, from his loved native land With all that fix'd on high like stars of Heaven Statesmen blood-staind and Priests idolatrous Shot baleful influence, shall be cast to earth, By dark lies maddening the blind multitude Vile and dowi:-trodden, as the untimely fruit Drove with vain hate. Calm, pitying, he retired, Shook fro.n the fig-tree by a sudden storm. And mused expectant on these promised years. Even now the storin begins :* each gentle name, Faith and meek Piety, with fearful joy

O years! the blest pre-eminence of Saints ! Tremble far-off-for lo! the Giant Frenzy,

Ye sweep athwart my gaze, so heavenly bright, Uprooting empires with his whirlwind arm,

The wings that veil the adoring Seraph's eyes, Mocketh high Heaven ; burst hideous from the cell What time he bends before the Jasper Thronet Where the old Hag, unconquerable, huge,

Reflect no lovelier hues ! yet ye depart, Creation's eyeless drudge, black Ruin, sits

And all beyond is darkness! Heights most strange, Nursing the impatient earthquake.

Whence Fancy falls, fluttering her idle wing.
For who of woman born may paint the hour,

When seized in his mid course, the Sun shall wane
O return !

Making noon ghastly! Who of woman born
Pure Faith! meek Piety! The abhorred Form
Whose scarlet robe was stiff with earthly pomp,

May image in the workings of his thought,

How the black-visaged, red-eyed Fiend outstretch'd Who drank iniquity in cups of gold,

Beneath the unsteady feet of Nature groans, Whose names were many and all blasphemous,

In feverish slumbers-destin d then to wake, Hata met the horrible judgment! Whence that cry? When fiery whirlwinds thunder his dread name The mighty army of foul Spirits shriek'd

And Angels shout, Destruction! Ilow his arm Disherited of earth! For she hath fallen

The last great Spirit lifting high in air On whose black front was written Mystery ;

Shall swear by Him, the ever-living One,
She that reel'd heavily, whose wine was blood;

Time is no more !
Sir that work'd whoredom with the Demon Power,
And from the dark embrace all evil things

Believe thou, O my soul
Brought forth and nurtured : mitred Atheism :
And patient Folly who on bended knee

Life is a vision shadowy of Truth ;
Gives back the steel that stabb'd him ; and pale And vice, and anguish, and the wormy grave,

Shapes of a dream! The veiling clouds retire, Hunted by ghastlier shapings than surround

And lo! the Throne of the redeeming God
Moon-blasted Madness when he yells at midnight! Forth Aashing unimaginable day,
Return, pure Faith! return, meek Piety!

Wraps in one blaze earth, heaven, and deepest hell
The kingdoms of the world are yours: each heart,
Self-guvern'd, the vast family of Love

Contemplant Spirits ! ye that hovor o'er Raised from the common earth by common toil,

With untired gaze the immeasurabis fount Enjoy the equal produce. Such hts

Ebullient with creative Deity! As float to earth, permitted visitants !

And ye of plastic power, that interfused When in some hour of solemn jubilee

Roll through the grosser and material mass
The massy gates of Paradise are thrown

In organizing surge! Holies of God!
Wide open, and forth come in fragments wild (And what if Monads of the infinite mind)
Sweet echoes of unearthly melodies,

I haply journeying my immortal course
And odors snatch'd from beds of Amaranth, Shall sometime join your mystic choir? Till then
And they, that from the crystal river of life I discipline my young noviciate thought
Spring up on freshen'd wing, ambrosial gales !

In ministries of hcarl-stirring song, The favor'd good man in his lonely walk

And aye on Meditation's heavenward wing Perceives them, and his silent spirit drinks

Soaring aloft I breathe the empyreal air Strange bliss which he shall recognize in heaven. Of Love, omnific, omnipresent Love, And such delights, such strange beatitude

Whose day-spring rises glorious in my

soul Seize on my young anticipating heart

As the great Sun, when he his influence When that blest future rushes on my view!

Sheds on the frost-bound waters—The glad stream For in his own and in his Father's might

Flows to the ray, and warbles as it flows.
The Savior comes! While as the Thousand Years
Lead up their mystic dance, the Desert shouts !

* David Ilartley.
Old Ocran claps his hands! The mighty Dead
Riso to new life, whoe'er from earliest time

| Rev. Chap. iv. v. 2 and 3.--And immediately I was in the Spirit: and behold, a Throne was set in Heaven, and one sat on the throne. And he that sat was to look upon like a jasper

and sardine stone, etc. * Alluding to the French Revolution.

1 The final Destruction impersonated.

And what if some rebellious, o'er dark realms

Arrogate power? yet these train up to God,
And on the rude eye, unconfirm'd for day,

Flash meteor-lights better than total gloom

As ere from Lieule-Oajve's vapory head

The Laplander beholds the far-off Sun
Arspicior's Reverence! Hush all meaner song, Dart his slant beam on unobeying snows,
Cre we the deep preluding strain have pour'd While yet the stern and solitary Night
I'c the Great Father, only Rightful King,

Brooks no alternate sway, the Boreal Morn
Eternal Father! King Omnipotent!

With mimic lustre substitutes its gleam,
The Will, the Word, the Breath,—the Living God. Guiding his course or by Niemi lake

Or Balda-Zhiok,* or the mossy stone
Such symphony requires best instrument. Of Solfar-kapper,t while the snowy blast
Seize, then! my soul! from Freedom's trophied dome, Drifts arrowy by, or eddies round his sledge,
The Harp which hangeth high between the Shields Making the poor babe at its mother's backi
Of Brutus and Leonidas! With that

Scream in its scanty cradle: he the while
Strong inusie, that soliciting spell, force back Wins gentle solace as with upward eye
Earth's free and stirring spirit that lies entrane'd He marks the streamy banners of the North,

|Thinking himself those happy spirits shall join

Who there in floating robes of rosy light For what is Freedem, but the unsetter'd use

Dance sportively. For Fancy is the Power Of all the powers which God for use had given?

That first unsensualizes the dark mind,
But chiefly this, him First, him Last 10 view

Giving it new delights; and bids it swell
Through meaner powers and secondary things
Elfulgent, as through clouds that veil his blaze.

With wild activity; and peopling air,
For all that meets the bodily sense I deem

By obscure fears of Beings invisible,

Emancipates it from the grosser thrall
Symbolical, one mighty alphabet
For infant minds; and we in this low world

of the present impulse, teaching Self-control, Placed with our backs to bright Reality,

Till Superstition with unconscious hand

Seat Reason on her throne. Wherefore not vain, That we may learn with young unwounded ken

Nor yet without permitted power impress'd,
The substance from its shadow. Infinite Love,
Whose latence is the plenitude of All,

I deem'd those legends terrible, with which
Thou with retracted Beams, and Self-eclipse

The polar ancient thrills his uncouth throng;
Veiling, revealest thine eternal Son.

Whether of pitying Spirits that make their moan
O'er slaughter'd infants, or that Giant Bird

Vuokho, of whose rushing wings the noise
But some there are who deem themselves most free Is Tempest, when the unutterable shapes
When they within this gross and visible sphere Speeds from the mother of Death, and utters once
Chain down the winged thought, scossing ascent, That shriek, which never Murderer heard and lived
Proud in their meanness: and themselves they cheat Or if the Greenland Wizard in strange trance
With noisy emptiness of learned phrase,

Pierces the untravell'd realms of Ocean's bed Their subile fluids, impacts, essences,

(Where live the innocent, as far from cares Self-working tools, uncaus’d effects, and all

As from the storms and overwhelming waves Those blind Omniscients, those Almighty Slaves, Dark tumbling on the surface of the deep), l'ntenanting creation of its God.

Over the abysm, even to that utterinost cave

By misshaped prodigies beleaguer'd, such But properties are God: the naked mass

As Earth no'er bred, nor Air, nor the upper Sea. (If mass there be, fantastic Guess or Ghost)

There dwells the Fury Form, whose unheard Aeig only by its inactivity.

name Here we pause humbly. Others boldlier think

With eager eye, pale cheek, suspended breath, That as one bo«ly seems the aggregate Of Atoms numberless, each organized; So, by a strange and dim similitude,

Balda Zhiok; i. e. mods altitudinis, the highest mountain

in Lapland. Infinite myriads of self-conscious minds

Solfar Kapper; càpitium Solfar, hic locus omnium quotAre one all-conscious Spirit, which informs

quot veterum Lapponum superstitio sacrificiis religiosoque culWith absolute ubiquity of thought

tui dedicavit, celebratissimus erat, in parte sinus australis situs His one eternal se!f-affirming Act!)

semimilliaris spatio a mari distans. Ipse locus, quem curiositatis All his involved Monads, that yet seem

gratia aliquando me invisisse memini, duabus prealtis lapidibus, With various province and apt agency

sibi invicem oppositis, quorum alter muscu circumdatus erat,

constabat.--Leemius De Lappomibus. Each to pursue its own self-centering end.

1 The Lapland Women carry their infants at their back in e Sorae nurse the infant diamond in the mine; piece of excavated wood, which serves thein for a cradle Some roll the genial juices through the oak; Opposite to the infant's mouth there is a hole for it to breathe Some drive the mutinous clouds to clash in air,

through.-Mirandum prorsus est et vix credibile nisi cui vidisset

contigit. Lappones hyeme iter facientes per vastas inontes, perAnd rushing on the storm with whirlwind speed,

que horrida et invia lengua, eo presertim tempore quo omnia Yoke the red lightning to their volleying car. perpetuis nivibus obierta sunt et nives ventis agitantur et in Thus these pursue their never-varying course, gyros aguntur, viam ad destinata loca absque errore invenire No eddy in their stream. Others, more wild, posse, lactantem autem intuntem si quem habent, ipsa mater With complex interests weaving human fates,

in dorso bajular, in excavato ligno (Gieed'k ipri vocant) quod Dateous or proud, alike obedient all,

pro eunis utuntur : in hoc infans pannis et pellibus convolutua

colligatus jacet.-Leemius De Lapponibus Evolve the process of eternal good.

DJaibme Aibmo.

And lips half-opening with the dread of sound, Was moulded to such features as declared
Unsleeping Silence guards, worn out with fear, That Pity there had oft and strongly work’d,
Lest, haply escaping on some treacherous blast, And sometimes Indignation. Bold her mien
The fateful word let slip the Elements,

And like a haughty Huntress of the woods
And frenzy Nature. Yet the wizard her,

She mov'd: yet sure she was a gentle maid! Arm’d with Torngarsuck's* power, the Spirit of And in each motion her most innocent soul Good,

Beam'd forth so brightly, that who saw would say Forces to unchain the food ful progeny

Guilt was a thing impossible in her!
Of the Ocean's stream.—Wild phantasies! yet wise, Nor idly would have said for she had lived
On the victorious goodness of High God

In this bad World as in a place of Tombs,
Teaching Reliance, and Medicinal Hope,

And touch'd not the pollutions of the Dead.
Til from Bethabra northward, heavenly Truth,
With gradual steps winning her difficult way,
Transfer their rude Faith perfected and pure.

'Twas the cold season, when the Rustic's eye

From the drear desolate whiteness of his fields If there be Beings of higher class than Man,

Rolls for relief to watch the skiey tints I deem no nobler province they possess,

And clouds slow varying their huge imagery;

When now, as she was wont, the healthful Maid Than by disposal of apt circumstance To rear up Kingdoms: and the deeds they prompt,

Had left her pallet ere one beam of day Distinguishing from mortal agency,

Slanted the fog-smoke. She went forth alone, They choose their human ministers from such states

Urged by the indwelling angel-guide, that oft, As still the Epic song half fears to name,

With dim inexplicable sympathics Repellid from all the Minstrelsies that strike

Disquieting the Heart, shapes out Man's course The Palace-roof and soothe the Monarch's pride.

To the predoom'd adventure. Now the ascent

She climbs of that steep upland, on whose top And such, perhaps, the Spirit, who (if words

The Pilgrim-Man, who long since eve had watch d Witness'd by answering deeds may claim our Faith) The alien shine of unconcerning Stars,

Shouts to himself, there first the Abbey-lights Held commune with that warrior-maid of France Who scourged the Invader. From her infant days, The winding sheep-track vale-ward: when, behold

Seen in Neufchatel's vale; now slopes adown With Wisdom, Mother of retired Thoughts,

In the first entrance of the level road
Her soul had dwelt; and she was quick to mark

An unattended Team! The forernost horse
The good and evil thing, in human lore
Undisciplined. For lowly was her Birih,

Lay with stretch'd limhs; the others, yet alive, And Heaven had doom'd her early years to Toil,

But stiff and cold, stood motionless, their manes

Hoar with the frozen night-dews. Dismally That pure from Tyranny's least deed, herself

The dark-red down now glimmerd; but its gleams Unfear'd by Fellow-natures, she might wait

Disclosed no face of man. The Maiden paused, On the poor Laboring man with kindly looks,

Then hail'd who might be near No voice replied
And minister refreshment to the tired
Way-wanderer, when along the rough-hewn Bench From the thwart wain at length there reach'd her
The sweltry man had stretch'd him, and aloft

A sound so feeble that it almost seem'd
Vacantly watch'd the rudely pictured board
Which on the Mulberry-bough with welcome creak Distant: and seebly, with slow effort push'd,

A miserable man crept forth : his limbs
Swung to the pleasant breeze. Here, too, the Maid
Learnt more than Schools could teach: Man's shift- The silent frost had eat, scathing like fire.

Faint on the shafts he rested. She, meantine, ing mind,

Saw crowded close beneath the coverture
His Vices and his Sorrows! And full oft
At Tales of cruel Wrong and strange Distress

A mother and her children-lifeless all,
Had wept and shiver'd. To the toitering Eld

Yet lovely! not a lineament was marridStill as a Daughter would she run: she placed

Death had put on so slumber-like a form! His cold Limbs at the sunny Door, and loved

It was a pitejus sight; and one, a babe, To hear kim story, in his garrulous sort,

The crisp milk frozen on its innocent lips, Of his eventful years, all come and gone.

Lay on the woman's arm, its little hand

Stretch'd on her bosom.
So twenty seasons past. The Virgin's Form,
Active and tall, nor Sloth nor Luxury

Mutely questioning,
Had shrunk or paled. Her front sublime and broad, The Maid gazed wildly at the living wretch.
Her flexile eye-brows wildly hair'd and low, He, his head feebly turning, on the group
And her full eye, now bright, now unillum'd, Look'd with a vacant stare, and his eye spoke
Spake more than Woman's Thought; and all her The drowsy pang that steals on worn-out anguish.

She shudderd: but, each vainer pang subdued,

Quick disentangling from the foremost horse * They call the Good Spirit Tornearwurk. The other great The rustic bands, with difficulty and toil but malignant spirit is a nameless Female; she dwells under The stiff cramp'd team forced homeward. There the sea in a great bouse, where she can detain in captivity all

arrived, the animals of the ocean by her magic power. When a dearih Tefalls the Greenlanders, an Angekok or magician mist under- Anxiously tends him she with healing herbs, take a journey thither. He passes through the kingdom of And weeps and prays—but the numb power of Death kuls, over an horrible abyus into the Palace of this phantom, Spreads o'er his limbs; and ere the noontide hour, und by his enchantments causes the captive creatures to ascend The hovering spirits of his Wife and Babes . directly to the surface of the ocean She Crantz' Hist. of Greenland, vol. i. 206.

Hail him immortal! Ye: amid his pange,


With interruptions long from ghastly throes, Sent forth, when she the Protoplast beheld
His voice had falter'd out this simple tale. Stand beauteous on Confusion's charmed wave.

Moaning she fled, and entered the Profound
The Village, where he dwelt an Husbandman,

That leads with downward windings to the Cave By sudden inroad had been seized and fired Of darkness palpable, Desert of Death Late on the yester-evening. With his wife

Sunk deep beneath Geherma's massy roots. And little ones he hurried his escape.

There many a dateless age the Beldame Turk'd They saw the neighboring Hamlets flame, they And trembled ; till engender'd by fierce Hate, heard

Fierce Hate and gloomy Hope, a Dream arose, Oprar and shrieks! and terror-struck drove on Shaped like a black cloud mark'd with streaks of Through unfrequented roads, a weary way!

fire. Bat saw nor house nor cottage. All had quench'd It roused the Hell-Hag: she the dew damp wiped Their erening hearth-fire: for the alarm had spread. From off her brow, and through the 'uncouth maze The air clipt keen, the night was fang'd with frost, Retraced her steps; but ere she reach'd the mouth And they provisionless! The weeping wife Of that drear labyrinth, shuddering she paused, Ill hush'd her children's moans; and still they Nor dared re-enter the diminish'd Gulf. moan'd,

As through the dark vaults of some moulder'd Till Fright and Cold and Hunger drank their life.

Tower They clused their eyes in sleep, nor knew 't was (Which, fearful to approach, the evening Hind Death.

Circles at distance in his homeward way) He only, lashing his o'er-wearied team,

The winds breathe hollow, deem'd the plaining groan Gain'd a sad respite, till beside the base

of prison'd spirits ; with such fearful voice of the high hill his foremost horse dropp'd dead.

Night murmur'd, and the sound through Chaos went Then hopeless, strengthless, sick for lack of food, Leap'd at her call her hideous-fronted brood ! He crepi beneath the coverture, entranced, A dark behest they heard, and rush'd on earth; Bill waken'd by the maiden.—Such his tale. Since that sad hour, in Camps and Courts adored,

Rebels from God, and Monarchs o'er Mankind !" Ah! suffering to the height of what was suffer'd, Stung with too keen a sympathy, the Maid

From his obscure haunt Brooled with moving lips, mute, startful, dark !

Shriek’d Fear, of Cruelty the ghastly Dam,
And now her flush'd tumultuous features shot
Such strange vivacity, as fires the eye

Feverish yet freezing, eager-paced yet slow,
Of misery Fancy-crazed ! and now once more

As she that creeps from forth her swampy reeds, Naked, and void, and fixd, and all within

Ague, the biform Hag! when early Spring
The unquiet silence of confused thought

Beams on the marsh-bred vapors.
And shapeless feelings. For a mighty hand
Was strong upon her, till in the heat of soul
To the high hill-top trucing back her steps,

“ Even so" (the exulting Maiden said; Aside the beacon, up whose smoulder'd stones

" The sainted Heralds of Good Tidings fell, The tender ivy-trails crept thinly, there,

And thus they witness'd God! But now the clouds Unconscions of the driving element,

Treading, and storms beneath their feet, they soar Yea, swallow'd up in the ominous dream, she sate Higher, and higher soar, and soaring sing Ghastly as broad-eyed Slumber! a dim anguish Loud songs of Triumph! O ye spirits of God, Breathed from her look! and still, with pant and sob, Hover around my mortal agonies !”. Inly she told to flee, and still subdued,

She spake, and instanily faint melody Felt an inevitable Presence near.

Melts on her ear, soothing and sad, and slow,

Such Measures, as at calmest midnight heard Thus as she toild in troublous ecstasy, By aged Hermit in his holy dream, An horror of great darkness wrapt her round, Foretell and solace death ; and now they rise And a voice uttered forth unearthly tones,

Louder, as when with harp and mingled voice Calming her soul,—“ O Thou of the Most High The white-robed* multitude of slaughter'd saints Chosen, whom all the perfected in Heaven At Heaven's wide-opend portals gratulant Bebold expectant

Receive some martyrd Patriot. The harmony

Entranced the Maid, till each suspended sense (The following fragments were intended to form part of the Brief slumber seized, and confused ecstasy. Poen when finished.)

At length awakening slow, she gazed around: “ Maid beloved of Heaven!” And through a Mist, the relic of that trance (To her the tutelary Power exclaim'd)

Still thinning as she gazed, an Isle appear'd, + Of Chaos the adventurous progeny

Its high, o'er-hanging, white, broad-breasted cliffs, Thou seest; foul missionaries of foul sire, Glass'd on the subject ocean. A vast plain Pierce to regain the losses of that hour

Stretch'd opposite, where ever and anon
When Love rose glittering, and his gorgeous wings
Over the abyss Autter'd with such glad noise,
As what time after long and pestful calms,

* Revel. vi. 9, 11. And when he had opened the fifth seal, 1

saw under the altar the souls of them that were plain for the With slimy shapes and miscreated life

word of God, and for the testimony which they held. And Poisoning the vast Pacific, the fresh breeze white robes were given unto every one of them, and it was Wakens the merchant-sail uprising. Night

said unto them that they should rest yet for a little season, A heavy unimaginable moan

until their fellow servants also and their brethren, that should be killed as they were, should be fulfilled.

The Plow-man, following sad his meagre team, (Victims at once and Executioners),
Turn'd up fresh sculls unstartled, and the bones The congregated Husbandmen lay waste
Of fierce hate-breathing combatants, who there The Vineyard and the Harvest. As long
All mingled lay beneath the common earth, The Bothnic coast, or southward of the Line,
Death's gloomy reconcilement! O'er the Fields Though hush'd the Winds and cloudless the higb
Stept a fair form, repairing all she might,

Her temples olive-wreathed; and where she trod Yet if Leviathan, weary of ease,
Fresh flowerets rose, and many a foodful herb. In sports unwieldy toss his Island-bulk,
But wan her cheek, her footsteps insecure,

Ocean behind him billows, and before
And anxious pleasure beam'd in her faint eye, A storm of waves breaks foamy on the strand.
As she had newly left a couch of pain,

And hence, for times and seasons bloody and dark, Pale Convalescent! (yet some time to rule

Short Peace shall skin the wounds of causeless War With potver exclusive o'er the willing world, And War, his strained sinews knit anew, That bless'd prophetic mandate then fulfill'd, Still violate the unfinish'd works of Peace. Peace be on Earth!) A happy while, but brief, But yonder look! for more demands thy view!" She seem'd to wander with assiduous feet, He said : and straightway from the opposite Isle And heal'd the recent harm of chill and blight, A Vapor sailed, as when a cloud, exhaled And nursed each plant that fair and virtuous grew. From Egypt's fields that steam hot pestilence,

Travels the sky for many a trackless league, But soon a deep precursive sound moan'd hollow: It broods incumbent. Forthwith from the Plain,

Till o'er some Death-dovm'd land, distant in vain, Black rose the clouds, and now (as in a dream) Their reddening shapes, transformed to Warrior. Facing the Isle, a brighier cloud arose,

And steer'd its course which way the Vapor went hosts, Coursed o'er the Sky, and battled in mid-air. The Maiden paused, musing what this might mean. Nor did not the large blood-drops fall from Heaven But long time pass'd not, ere that brighter cloud Portentous ! while aloft were seen to float, Return'd more bright; along the plain it swept : Like hideous features booming on the mist, And soon from forth its bursting sides emerged Wan Stains of ominous Light! Resign'd, yet sad, A dazzling form, broad-bosom'd, bold of eye, The fair Form bowed her olive-crowned Brow, And wild her hair, save where with laurels bound. Then o'er the plain with oft-reverted eye

Not more majestic stood the healing God, Fled till a Place of Torbs she reachd, and there When from his bow the arrow sped that slew Within a ruined Sepulchre obscure

Huge Python. Shriek'd Ambition's giant throng, Found Hiding-place.

And with them hiss'd the Locust-fiends that crawlid

And glitter'd in Corruption's slimy track.
The delegated Maid

Great was their wrath, for short they knew their Gazed through her tears, then in sad tones exclaim'd,

reign; “ Thou mild-eyed Form! wherefore, ah! wherefore And such commotion made they, and uproar, fled?

As when the mad Tornado bellows through The power of Justice, like a name all Light,

The guilty islands of the western main, Shone from thy brow; but all they, who unblamed What time departing from their native shores, Dwelt in thy dwellings, call thee Happiness.

Eboe, or Koromantyn's* plain of Palms,
Ah! why, uninjured and unprofited,
Should multitudes against their brethren rush?

• The slaves in the West-Jodien consider death as a passport Why sow they guilt, still reaping Misery?

to their native country. This sentiment is thus expressed in Lenient of care, thy songs, O Peace! are sweet, the introduction to a Greek Prize-Ode on the Slave-Trade, of As after showers the perfumed gale of eve,

which the ideas are better than the language in which they That flings the cool drops on a feverous cheek:

are conveyed. And gay the grassy altar piled with fruits.

Ω σκοτου πυλας, θανατε, προλειπων But boasts the shrine of Dæmon War one charm,

Ες γενος σπευδοις υποζευχθεν Ατα: . Save that with many an orgie strange and foul, Ου ξενισθη στη γενυων σπαραγμοι; Dancing around with interwoven arms,

Ουδ' ολολυγμώ, ,
The Maniac Suicide and Giant Murder

Αλλα και κυκλοισι χοροι τυποισι
Exult in their fierce union? I am sad,
And know not why the simple Peasants crowd

Κ'ασματων χαρα φοβερος μεν εσσι
Beneath the Chieftains' standard!” Thus the Maid.

Αλλ' ομως Ελευθερια συνοικείς, ,

Στυγνε Τυραννε! !

Δασκιους επει πτερυγεσσι σησι To her the tutelary Spirit replied :

Α! θαλασσιον καθορωντες οιόμα " When Luxury and Lust's exhausted stores

Αιθεροι υπο ποσσανεισι
No more can rouse the appetites of Kings ;

Πατριδ επ' αιαν.
When the low flattery of their reptile Lords
Falls flat and heavy on the accustom'd ear;

Ενθα μας Ερασαι Ερωμενησιν
When Eunuchs sing, and Fools buffoonery make,

Αμφι πηγησιν κιτρινων υπ' αλσων, , And Dancers writhe their harloi-limbs in vain;

Οσσ'υπο βρoτοις επαθον βροτσι, τα
Then War and all its dread vicissitudes

Δεινα λεγοναι. .
Pleasingly agitate their stagnant Hearts ;
Its hopes, its fears, its victories, its defeats,
Insipid Royalty's keen condiment!

Leaving the Gates of Darkness, O Death! hasten thou to a Therefore uninjured and unprofited

Race yoked with Misery! Thou wilt not be received with


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