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Children of Wretchedness! More groans must rise, With conscious zeal had urged Love's wondrous plaa.
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 opend the fifth sewl: Unbosom their glad echoes : inly hushid,
And upward rush on swistest wing of Sre

Adoring Newton his serener eye The nnumerable 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! stley there, Patriot, and Saint, and age, 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 Stalesmen 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 frụit Drove with vain haie. Calm, pitying, he retired, Shook fro.n the fig-tree by a sudden storm. And mused expectant on these promised years. Even now the storm 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 Throne, 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

May image in the workings of his thought, Whose scarlet robe was stiff with earthly pomp,

How the black-visaged, red-eyed Fiend outstretch'di 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, Hatn 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 reeld heavily, whose wine was blood;

Time is no more !
Sur that work'd whoredom with the Demon Power,
And from the dark embrace all evil things
Brought forth and nurtured : mitred Atheism :

Believe thou, O my soul 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, Fear

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

And lo! the Throne of the redeeming God
Moon-blasted Madness when he yells at midnight! Wraps in one blaze earth, heaven, and deeport hell

Forth flashing unimaginable day,
Return, pure Faith! return, meek Piety!
The kingdoms of the world are yours: each heart,
Self-govern'd, the vast family of Love

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

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

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 blișs 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 Ocean 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 lo the French Revolution.

The final Destruction impersonated.

And what if some rebellious, o'er dark realms

Arrogate power? yet these train up to God,
THE DESTINY OF NATIONS.

And on the rude eye, unconfirm'd for day,

Flash meteor-lights better than total gloom
A VISION.

As ere from Lieule-Oaive's vapory head

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

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

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 arrouy 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 For what is Freedem, but the unsetter'd use

Who there in floating robes of rosy light Of all the powers which God for use had given?

Dance sportively. For Fancy is the Power

That first unsensualizes the dark mind,
But chiefly this, him First, him Last 10 view
Through ineaner powers and secondary things

Giving it new delights ; and bids it swell
Ellulgent, as through clouds that veil his blaze.

With wild activity ; and pcopling 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 The substance from its shadow. Infinite Love,

Nor yet without permitted power impress'd,

I deem'd those legends terrible, with which
Whose latence is the plenitude of All,
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 shapey
When they within this gross and visible sphere Speeds from the mother of Death, and utters once
Chain down the winged thought, scoffing ascent, That shriek, which never Murderer heard and lived
Prved 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 Sell-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 Earih ne'er bred, nor Air, nor the upper Sea. (If mass there be, fantastic Guess or Ghost)

There dwells the Fury Form, whose unheard Acts only by its inactivity. Here we pause humbly. Others boldlier think

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

Balda Zhiok; i.e. mons altitudinis, the highest mountaio Infinite myriads of self-conscious minds

in Lapland.

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

quot veterum Lapponum superstitio sacrifiriis religiosoque culWich absolute ubiquity of thought

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

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

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

sibi invicem oppositis, quorum alter muecu circumdatus erat,

constabat.--Leemius De Lapponibus. 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 them 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 montes, perAnd rushing on the storm with whirlwind speed,

que horrida et invia lesqua, eo presertim tempore quo omnia Yoke the red lightning to their volleying car. perpetuis nivibus obiecta 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 infantem si quem habeat, ipsa mater With complex interests weaving human fates,

in dorso bajulat, in excavato ligno (Gieed'k inni vocant) quod Datenus or proud, alike obedient all,

pro cunis utuntur: in hoc intans pannis et pellibus convolutus

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

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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 workd,
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 Goud

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

And touchd not the pollutions of the Dead.
Till 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 ; Than by disposal of apt circumstance

When now, as she was wont, the healthtul Maid

Had left her pallet ere one beam of day
To rear up Kingdoms: and the deeds they prompt,
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 sympathies Repell’d 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) Shouts to himself, there first the Abbey-lights

The alien shine of unconcerning Stars, 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 foremost horse
The good and evil thing, in human lore
Undisciplined. For lowly was her Birih,

Lay with stretch'd limbs; 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
Unfear'd by Fellow-natures, she might wait

The dark-red down now glimmerd; but its gleams

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 alntost seem'd
Vacantly watch'd the rudely pictured board

Distant: and feebly, with slow effort push'd,
Which on the Mulberry-bough with welcome creak
Swung to the pleasant breeze. Here, too, the Maid The silent frost had eat, scathing like fire.

A miserable man crept forth: his limbs Learn more than Schools could teach: Man's shift- Faint on the shafts he rested. She, meantime, ing mind,

Saw crowded close beneath the coverture
His Vices and his Sorrows! And full oft

A mother and her children-liseless all,
At Tales of cruel Wrong and strange Distress
Had wept and shiver’d. To the toitering Eld

Yet lovely! not a lineament was marrd-
Still as a Daughter would she run: she placed

Death had put on so slumber-like a form!

It was a pitesus sight; and one, a babe,
His cold Limbs at the sunny Door, and loved

The crisp milk frozen on its innocent lips,'
To hear Kim story, in his garrulous sort,
Of his eventful years, all come and gone.

Lay on the woman's arm, its liule 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 foebly 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
face

She shudder'd: but, each vainer pang subdued,

Quick disentangling from the foremost horse * They call the Good Spirit Torogarsuck. 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 dearib befalls the Greenlanders, an Angekok or magician must under- Anxiously tends him she with healing herbs, take a joumey thither. He passes through the kingdom of And weeps and prays—but the numb power of Death wouls, over an horrible abyes into the Pa cace of this phantom, Spreads o'er his limbs; and ere the noontide 'Hour, And by his enchantments causes the captive creatures to ascend The hovering spirits of his wife and Babeg'. directly to the surface of the ocean Rae Crantz' Hist. of Greenland, vol. i. 206.

Hail him immortal! Ye: amid his pange,

car

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 Gehera's massy roots. And little ones he hurried his escape.

There many a dateless age the Beldame lurk'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, Uprar and shrieks! and terror-struck drove on Shaped like a black cloud mark'd with streaks of Through unfrequented roads, a weary way!

fire. But saw nor house nor cottage. All had quenchid 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, Il 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 closed their eyes in sleep, nor knew 't was (Which, fearful to approach, the evening Hind Death.

Circles at distance in his homeward way) le 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 ! lle crept beneath the coverture, entranced,

A dark behest they heard, and rush'd on earth; Jill 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! And now her flush'd tumultuous features shot

Shriek’d Fear, of Cruelty the ghastly Dam, 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 fix'd, 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 tracing 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 Fea, 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 toil'd to flee, and still subdued,

She spake, and instantly 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 ultered 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-open'd portals gratulant

Receive some martyr'd Patriot. The harmony

Entranced the Maid, till each suspended sense (The following fragments were intended to form part of the Brief slumber seized, and consused ecstasy. Poem 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 appeard, * Of Chaos the adventurous progeny

Its high, o'er-hanging, white, broad-breasted cliffs, Thou seest; foul missionaries of foul sire, Glassd 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 slain for the With slimy shapes and miscreated life

word of God, and for the testimony which they beld. 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,

Behold expectant

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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,

Noon,
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 power exclusive o'er the willing world, And War, his strained sinews knit anew, That bless'd prophetic mandate then fulfillid, Still violate the untinish'd works of Peace. Peace be on Earth!) A happy while, but brief, But yonder look! for more demands thy view!" She seemd 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-doum'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 brighter 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 Portenious! 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 Tombs she reach'd, 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 crawld

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-Indies 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 afier 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 soul, Ου ξενισθη στη γενυων σπαραγμοι; Dancing around with interwoven arms,

Ουδ' ολολυγμω,
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 οισμα " When Luxury and Lust's exhausted stores

Αιθεροπλαγτοις υπο ποσσ' ανεισι No more can rouse the appetites of Kings ;

Πατριό έπ' αιαν. When the low flatlery of their reptile Lords

Ενθα Falls flat and heavy on the accustom'd ear;

μαν Ερασαι Ερωμενησιν When Eunuchs sing, and Fools buffoonery make,

Αμφι πηγησιν κιτρινων υπ' αλσων, And Dancers writhe their harlot-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

LITERAL TRANSLATION.

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