The Sun.
London, England, 1841-08-17 00:00:00

THE UNVEILING OF THE STATUE

ON THE COLUMN.

ABRIPE VELUM—Tear a3under the Veil!
0 Column sublime ! how richly art thou laden :
Proud of thy charge, thou riscst up rejoicing,
Clouds float around to honour thee, and evening
Lingers in Heaven."—SouTHET.

INVOCATION OF THE LYRES.
Unveil ! unveil !
Image august of Him
Who ranked as " Man-Almighty" when alive—
() veil ! asunder rive—
And show to earth and skies

The glories beaming from his brows and eyes.
Unveil !
We call upon thee with our golden wail
Which melts the hearts of Gods and Seraphim ;
Remain no longer dim !
Show thy refulgent brow—
That man may see, and bow.

THE TRUMPETS.
Unveil ! unveil 2
If the sweet-praying Lyres may not prevail,
List unto liE —the Trumpet-Kings--who hurtle
Like storms amid the realms of air, and weave
As a god's mantle, songs of gold and purple.
By thy majestic head,
In blue air islaudcd,
Unveil !
And so eternally be seen
By the grey rocks, blue waves, and forests green ;
And to all future generations shine
A wonder and a sign.

THE HARPS.
Unveil ! unveil !
Sith thou wilt not surrender,
0 veil, unto the clarion's voice of splendour,
Hearken to us—the Lords
Of numerous song, and charmful melody.
Royally roll we out our brilliant chords,
Like sunlit surges, towards
Thy high, and Pharos-like, and throning column.
Unveil ! unveil
Heed and obey our adjuration solemn.

THE LUTES, VIOLS, AND DULCIMERS.
Unveil I Unveil !
Sweet France with jessamine fingers,
Plays on her lutes sad tunes of close beseeching,—
While all the golden Viols rise up preaching-
-0 listen, listen ; while their music lingers
In plaints and sighings :
Hark to the stringed and silver dulcimers
Whose holy-breathing airs
Run up the atmosphere's crystalline stairs,
Low at thy feet in prayerful cadence dying :
Unveil thy brow, which Fame
So radiantly enweaves,
With bright and undecaying stars,
And amaranth leaves.

THE ORGANS.
Unveil ! Unveil !
All-powerful in assail
We raise our stops of diamond, and hail
Thee, with our thousand organ-tubes divine :
Unveil !
Lo ! Twilight longs to throw
Her choicest amethysts about thy brow;—
The earliest sun-beams come—

Come, too, the Evening and the rosy Morning,
'With all their white-crowned Moons and gorgeous Suns,
Thronging around thy Image high and huge,
Adoring and adorning :
They, all their sounds and perfumes on thee pouring,
Cry out aloud—Unveil !

THE CANNONS.
Unveil unveil
All other sounds may fail,
But none like us in power of spell rejoices—
None like to us possess the exceeding unction
Of strong and irresistible compunction,
tilled with flame-tongues, and thunder-pealing voices.

Sublime above this sphere
Thy form its front doth rear
As though thou wouldest dwell
• Alone, in grandeurs unapproachable,
Yet wert thou in that Heaven
Highest of all the Seven--
There would we reach with power beyond thy power.—
Image immortal, hail !
Unveil ! unveil !

FRANCE.
Unveil ! Unveil !
Image of all our love and adoration !
If vain the imploration
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Of Harps, and Dulcimers, and Trumpetry,
Scorn not the cry of thy own darling daughter—
"Belle France"—young France—France clothed in gold

and flowers—
Hear, where thy. Statue towers
For thou didst love her dearly in thy days—
Robed her in crimson—wreathed her head with rays,
And like a puissant warrior, swore the while
Kingdoms not worth her love, nor crowns her smile-
Again she sings a song beloved by thee