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Have children climbed those knees, and kissed that face?
Imperishable type of evanescence !
And standest undecayed within our presence,
If its undying guest be lost for ever?
In living virtue ; that, when both must sever,
THE ANSWER OF THE EGYPTIAN MUMMY. CHILD of the latter days! thy words have broken
A spell that long has bound these lungs of clay, For since this smoke-dried tongue of mine hath spoken,
Three thousand tedious years have rolled away. Unswathed at length, I “ stand at ease” before ye, List, then, oh! list, while I unfold my story. Thebes was my birth-place-an unrivalled city,
With many gates, but here I might declare
To blow a poet's fabric into air; .
On grave historians—or on him who sung
An old blind minstrel, for a triling profit,
All that I know about the town of HOMER,
Is, that they scarce would own him in his day— Were glad, too, when he proudly turned a roamer,
Because by this they saved their parish-pay : His townsmen would have been ashamed to flout him, Had they foreseen the fuss since made about him.
One blunder I can fairly set at rest,
He says that men were orce more big and bony Than now, which is a bouncer at the best,
I'll just refer you to our friend Belzoni, Near seven feet high! in sooth a lofty figure! Now look at me, and tell me, am I bigger ?
Not half the size : but then I'm sadly dwindled ;
Three thousand years, with that embalming glue, Have made a serious difference, and have swindled
My face of all its beauty—there were few Egyptian youths more gay,-behold the sequel, Nay, smile not, you and I may soon be equal !
For this lean hand did one day hurl the lance
With mortal aim-this light fantastic toe Threaded the mystic mazes of the dance :
This heart hath throbbed at tales of love and woe, These shreds of raven hair once set the fashion, This withered form inspired the tender passion.
In vain! the skilful hand, and feelings warm,
The foot that figured in the bright quadrille, The palm of genius and the manly form,
All bowed at once to Death's mysterious will, Who sealed me up where Mummies sound are sleeping, In cere-cloth, and in tolerable keeping.
Where cows and monkies squat in rich brocade,
And well-dressed crocodiles in painted cases, Rats, bats, and owls, and cats in masquerade,
With scarlet flounces, and with varnished faces ; Men, birds, brutes, reptiles, fish, all crammed together, With ladies that might pass for well-tanned leather. Where Rameses and Sabacon lie down,
And splendid Psammis in his hide of crust; Princes and heroes, men of high renown,
Who in their day kicked up a mighty dust,Their swarthy Mummies kicked up dust in numbers, When huge Belzoni came to scare their slumbers ! Who'd think these rusty hams of mine were seated
At Dido's table, when the wondrous tale Of“ Juno's hatred” was so well repeated ?
And ever and anon the queen turned pale; Meanwhile the brilliant gas-lights, hung above her, Threw a wild glare upon her shipwrecked lover. Aye, gas-lights ! mock me not; we men of yore
Were versed in all the knowledge you can mention ; Who hath not heard of Egypt's peerless lore?
Her patient toil ? acuteness of invention ? Survey the proofs,mour Pyramids are thriving, Old Memnon still looks young, and I'm surviving. A land in arts and sciences prolific,
On blocks gigantic building up her fame! Crowded with signs, and letters hieroglyphic,
Temples and obelisks her skill proclaim ! Yet, though her art and toil unearthly seem, Those blocks were brought ON RAIL-ROADS and by STEAM! How, when, and why, our people came to rear
The Pyramid of Cheops, mighty pile! This, and the other secrets thou shalt hear ;
I will unfold if thou wilt stay awhile,
The hist’ry of the Sphinx, and who began it,
But, ha! what's this —the shades of bards and kings Press on my lips their fingers! What they mean is,
I am not to reveal these hidden things.
THE BIBLE; STAR OF ETERNITY. Most wondrous book! bright candle of the Lord ! Star of eternity! the only star By which the bark of man could navigate The sea of life, and gain the coast of bliss Securely! Only star which rose on time, · And, on its dark and troubled billows, still, As generation, drifting swiftly by, Succeeded generation, threw a ray Of heaven's own light, and to the hills of God, The eternal hills, pointed the sinner's eye. By prophets, seers, and priests, and sacred bards, Evangelists, apostles, men inspired, And by the Holy Ghost anointed, set Apart and consecrated to declare To earth, the counsels of the Eternal One, This book, this holiest, this sublimest book, Was sent. Heaven's will, heaven's code of laws entire, To man, this book contained ; defined the bounds Of vice and virtue, and of life and death ; And what was shadow, what was substance, taught. Much it revealed ; important all; the least Worth more than what else seemed of highest worth, But this of plainest, most essential truth : That God is one, eternal, holy, just,
Omnipotent, omniscient, infinite;
AN ALPINE STORM. It is the hush of night, and all between Thy margin and the mountains, dusk, yet clear, Mellowed and mingling, yet distinctly seen, Save darkened Jura, whose capt heights appear Precipitously steep; and drawing near, There breathes a living fragrance from the shore, Of flowers yet fresh with childhood; on the ear
Drops the light drip of the suspended oar, Or chirps the grasshopper one good-night carol more ;