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Borne by the tide of words along,
One voice, one mind, inspire the throng:-

" To arms! to arms! to arms !” they cry, “ Grasp the shield, and draw the sword, Lead us to Philippi's lord,

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 urn,
She struck the rude Tarpeian rock;
Sparks were kindled by the shock-

Again thy fires began to burn !
Now, shining forth, thou inadest compliant

The Conscript Fathers to thy charms ;
Roused the world bestriding giant,

Sinking fast in Slavery's arms! I see thee stand by Freedom's fane, Pouring the persuasive strain,

Giving vast conceptions birth : Hark! I hear thy thunder's sound, Shake the Forum round and round

Shake the pillars of the earth! First-born of Liberty divine!

Put on Religion's bright array;
Speak! and the starless grave shall shine

The portal of eternal day!
Rise, kindling with the orient beam ;
Let Calvary's hill inspire the theme !

Unfold the garments rolled in blood !
O touch the soul, touch all her chords,
With all the omnipotence of words,

And point the way to Heaven—to God !

DISSOLUTION OF NATURE.
And lo! a cloud just opening on the view,
Illumed with dazzling light the ethereal blue :
On its broad breast a mighty Angel came,
His eyes were lightning, and his robes of flame,
O’er all his form the circling glories run,
And his face lightened as the blazing sun;
His limbs with heaven's aerial vesture glow,
And o'er his head was hung the sweepy bow,
As shines the brightening steel's refulgent gleain
When the smooth blade reflects the spangling beam,
Its light, with quickened glance the eye surveys
Green, gold, and vermeil trembling as it plays;
So flamed his wings along the etherial road,
And Earth's long shores resounded as he trod.
Sublime he towered, keen terror armed his eyes,
And grasped the reddening bolt that rends the skies ;
One foot stood firmly on the extended plain
Secure--and one repelled the bounding main-
He shook his arm—the lightning burst away
Through Heaven's dark concave gleamed the paly ray,
Roared the loud bolt tremendous through the gloom,
And peals on peals prepare the impending doom.
Then to his lips a mighty trump applied,
(The flames were ceased—the muttering thunders died)
While all the involving firmaments rebound,
He raised his voice and laboured in the sound :
These dreadful words he spoke-

“ Be dark thou Sun--in one eternal night!
And cease thou Moon—to rule with paler light!
Ye planets-drop from these dissolving skies !
Rend all ye Tombs—and all ye Dead arise !
Ye Winds be still-ye Tempests rave no more !
And roll thou Deep thy millions to the shore !
Earth be dissolved, with all these worlds on high! ·
And Time-be lost in vast Eternity!

Now by Creation's dread tremendous Sire,
Who sweeps the Stars as atoms in his ire;
By Heaven's omnipotent_unconquered King,
By him who rides the rapid Whirlwind's wing,
Who reigns supreme in his august abode,
Forms or confounds with one commanding nod,
Who wraps in blackening clouds his awful brow,
Whose glance, like lightning, looks all nature

through-
By Him I swear!” (He paused and bowed the head,
Then raised aloft his flaming hand and said,)
“ Attend ye Saints, who in seraphic lays,
Exalt his name, but tremble while you praise !
Ye Hosts that vow to your Almighty Lord,
Hear all his works—the irrevocable word!
Thy reign, O Man-and Earth, thy days are o'er !

I swear by Him-that-Time shall be no more !
He spake-all Nature groaned a loud reply-
Then shook the Sun, and tore him from the sky!

THE CONQUEROR. There was a temple, a glorious one,

Of the noble in death the dwelling;
Its gilded dome was bright in the sun,

And its organ tones were swelling.
A varied light through its window strayed,

All painted in antique story;
And over its marble pavement played,

Like a gem diffusing glory.
I saw the lamb on its altar stone,

The banner of love displaying;
And heard in a deep unearthly tone,

Who their hallowed rites were paying.

There was a city, the home of the free,

Where wisdom and wit were abiding;
The boast of the land, the queen of the sea,

Where her fleets were gallantly riding.

The great and the good, the fair and the brave,

All, all in that city abounded;
She never had stooped to bow as the slave

Nor by tyrants had been confounded.

Oh! she was a city to liberty dear!

And never had dreamed of danger; Her wealth was the boast of the far and near,

And none to her home was a stranger.

There was a home, like the one above,

A home of many the dearest;
Where the mother clasped in tenderest love,

All that to her heart was nearest.

The sire, and the son, and the daughter fair,

And the youth to whom she was plighted, In a bower of bliss and beauty, where

A seraph had been delighted.
They were bound in the dearest of earthly ties;

They loved, and in love requited
Had learned the bliss of their lot to prize,

Ere the bud of hope was blighted.
There rose on the earth a mighty one,

On a blood-dyed charger mounted ;
His arms were bright in the morning sun,

And fame his deeds recounted.
With a great and valorous host he came,

In a whirlwind fury speeding;
With him rode Might, but Want and Flame,

And Ruin and Death succeeding.

And he hath polluted that altar's fane,

Like the demon of wrath descending; And they who worshipped shall never again

In its marble courts be bending.

For low they are sleeping the sleep of the slain ;

They are laid in death's long slumbers ; And that altar's stone hath a crimson stain,

From the heart's best blood of numbers.

And none now regard those windows high,

Nor gaze on that antique story;
And its beautiful, chequering lustres lie

On a pavement soiled and gory.
That mighty one hath forged a chain

For that city so wise and glorious ;
Her children of freedom no more remain;

Her wealth hath lured the victorious.
And her boasted name is a boast no more ;

And past is her pride of bravery ; . And they who never were bound before

Are wearing the bonds of slavery.
Her walls, and her domes, and her princely towers,

And her fleet's imperial token,
Are seen no more; and in distant bowers

The hearts of the great are broken.

He has parted hence, and rapine and fire

Have levelled that love-hallowed dwelling: And she, who erst had her hearts desire,

With anguish the gale is swelling.
And she, whose tresses of raven hair

That nuptial morn were braided,
Is pale with the frenzy of wild despair

Like a drooping lily faded.

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