Literary cadet, and Saturday evening bulletin. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1826-1827, 1826-11-11
DIRdE OF ALARIO.

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DIRoE OF ALARI0.
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and was afterwards buried the channel OF The ri'
Busentus, the water Of which had been diverted ir
its course, that the body might be Inferred
When am dead, no pageant train
Shall waste their sorrows o'er my bier,
Nor worthless pomp ofhomage vain,
Stain il with hypocrtic tear;
For will die as did live,
Nor take the boon cannot give.
Ye shall not raise a marble bust
Upon the spot where repose;
Ye shall not iawD before my dust,
In hollow circumstance Of woes:
Nor scuptured clay, with lying breath,
Insult the clay that moulds beneath.
Ye shall no, pile, with servile toll,
Your monuments upon my breast,
Nor yet within the common soil,
Laysdown the wreck ofpower to rest;
Where man can boast that he has trod
On him, that was the Scourge Cf God"
But ye the mountain stream shall turn,
And lay its secret channel bare,
Anl hollow, for your sovereign's urn,
A resting place forever there:
Then bid its everlasting springs
Flow back upon the King Of Kings;
And never be the secret said,
Until the deep gives up his dead.
Ny gold and silver ye shall fling
Back 10 the clods that gave them birth;
The captured crowns of many King,
The ransom Of a conquered earth:
For cen Though dead will ! control
The trophies of the capitol.
But when beneath the mountain tide,
Ye've laid your monarch down to rot,
ye shall not raise upon .ts SIDE
Pillar or mound TO mark the spot;
For long enough the world has shook
Beneath the ter-ors of my look;
And now that | have run my race,
The astonished realms shall rest Il space.
My course was like river deep.
And from the northern hills burst,
Across the world in wrath to sweep,
And where went the spot was cursed,
Nor blade OF grass again was seen,
Where Alarc and his hosts had been.
See how the naughty barriers fail
Beneath the terrors of the Goth,
Their iron breasted legions quail
Before my ruthless sabaoth,
And low the Queen OF Empires kneels,
And grovels AT my chariot wheels.
Not for myself did ascend
IN judgment my triumphal car;
Twas God alone on high did send
The avenging Scylhian to the war,
To shake abroad, with iron hand,
The appointed scourse Of his command.
With iron hand that scourge reared
Ger puIlty kinO AMI yuIlty realm:
Destruction was the ship steerd,
And Vengeance sat upon the helm,
When. launched in fury on the flood,
lploughed my way through seas of blood,
And in the stream their hearts had split,
Washed out the long arrears OF guilt.
Across the everlasting Alp
poured the torrent ofmy powers,
And feeble Cesars shriebed for help
In vain within their seven hilled towers;
/ quenched IN blood The brightest gem
That glI,tered in their dadem,
And struck darker, deeper dye
ln the purple of their majesty,
And bade my northern banners shine
Upon the conquered Palatine.
My course is run, my errand done,
go to Him from whence came
3 at never yet shall set The sun
Of glory that adorns my name;
And Roman hearts snail long be sick,
When men shall think Of Alnric.
Ny course is run, my errand done
But darker ministers offate
Impatient round the eternal throne,
ApJ 10 the caves OF vengeance wait;
And soon mankind shall blench away,
Before the name Of Attila