Constitutional Whig. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1824-1832, 1826-05-12


ise of "RoY,n- productions, IT is understood, G
,ung gentleman al Boston. The following, whic
cared in that paper of Friday last, would not dis
lit the pens OF older and more proctccd writer's
this is too cold compliment. There are beau
IN the thoughts wh,ch every poe;ical reader wi
there is moral sentiment. 10 the touch os whic
~ patents heart viii ''trob intellgcnce and ther
n cNac;ness 10 he vcrsiiicatioH, which writers
'Sp1pcI ard magazine poetry, may initiate with at
tage TO their Own productions.-[B Boston Courier.
THE SACRIFICE OF .4BR.4H.4.N
Aloru b,caketh in the Eas;. The purple clouds
-Aie putting on their su.d and violet,
10 look the mee,e. Tor the suu's brieh, coming.
Sleep is upon the waters aud the wind;
And nature, from the wary lOTest-leaf
70 her majestic master, sleeps. As yet
There is no mist upon the deep blue sky,
And the Clear dew is OH the bltshing blossoms
or crimson roses in Il molly rest.
How hallowed is the houI Of morning! meet,
Aye beautifully meet, FOX the pure prayer.
The patriarch stnndelh a, his tented door;
With his white locks uncovered Ills his
To gaze upon the gorgeous Orient;
And at that hour the awful majesty
Oh man who ,alkeh often with his Cod
Is wont to come again and coihe his brow
As al his tourScore strength. But now, he seemeth
70 he forgetful Of his vigorous frame,
And bow eth ~ his staff as the hour
vi HONnt!dc SuitflNeSS. And that OTignt sun
lie looketh at its pencilld messengers
Coming in golden raiinent, as if all
We're but craven scroll of feaIfulnesS.
All, he is wa ting till it herald in
The hour to sacrifice his much lov'd son.
Light poureth OH the world. And Sarah stands,
Watching the steps of Abraham and her child
Along the dewy sides of the far hills,
And praying that her sunny boy f,in, not
Would she have watched their path so silently,
II she had known that he was going up,
Ev'n in his fair haird beauty, 10 be slain
As white lamb for sacrifice? They trod
Together onward, patriarch and child
The bright sun throwing back the old mans shade
In straight and fair proportions as Of ore
Whose years were freshly Numbered. lie stood IN,
Even in his vigorous strength, and like tree
Rooted in Lebanon, his frame bent not;
His thin white hairs had yielded to the wind
And lcfthis brow uncovercd and his face,
Impress d with the stern majesty of grief,
Nerv 10 4 solemn duty. now stood forth
Like Il rent rock, submissive. yet sublime
Bat ihe young bny-he of the laughing eve
And ruby lip--the pride Of life was on him:
lie seemed TO drink the morning. Sun and dew
Aud the Of tho spicy trees,
And all that gveth the delicious East
lis fitness for Eden, stole like light
Into his spirit, raviShing his thoughts
With love and bcauty.-Everv thing he met
Buoyant or beautiful. the lishtest wing
Ofbrd or insect, or the pacst dye
OF the fresh flowers, won him from his path.
And joyously broke forth his Tiny shout
rs lie flung hacA his siiken hair, aud sprung
Away to seine green spot or clustering viuc,
To pluck his infant trophies. EVER tree
Ami fragrant shrub a hiding place,
And he would couch till the old man came Ivy
Then bound before him with his childish laugh
Stealing lock behind him playfuliy,
20 il he had made his father smile.
The sun rode on inheavcn. T:.e dew stole up
From the fresh daughters of the earth, and heat
Came like sleep upon tire delicate leaves,
Aud bent them with the blossoms to their dreams
Still trod the patriarch on with that same step,
Finn aud unfaterng, turning not aside
10 seek the olive shades, or lave their lips
In the sweet waters of the Syrian wells
Whose gush harh so much music. WEAKNESS
Stole on the gentle boy, aud ne forgot
To toss his sunny hair fom off his brow,
And spring for the fresh flowers and light Wings
As in the early morning; but he kept
Close By his fathers side, and bent his head
Upon his bosom like dropping bud,
Lifting it not, and ;hen to steal
y look up TO the face whose sternness avid
His childishness 10 silence.
II was MOOT -
And Abraham Moriah bow'd himself.
4 buried up his face, and, prayd for strength
lie could not look upon his son and pray.
But with his hand upon the clustering culs
Ofthc fair, knecng boy, he pgay'd that God
Woula nerve him for that hour. On man was made
For the stern conflict. In a mothers love
There is more tenderness; the thousand cords
Woven wiki every fibre of her heart,
Complain, Ike delicate harp-srjugs 1T a breath;
But love in man is one deep principle,
Which like root grown in riftcd rock,
Ahdes the tempest lie eup, and laid
The wood upon the altar. al was done
lie stood rromcut--and a deep quick flush
PassH DER his counienance; and then he uery'd
His spifi; with a bitter strength, and spoke
Isaac my only The boy look'd W,
And Abraham turned his face away and wepr
~ here is the lamb, my Father" = OH the tones,
The sweet, the thrilling music of a child
How it doth agouize at such an hour
Il was the last, deep strugsc-Abraham held
Ills 10y d, his beautiful, his only son,
And lii'ad up his arm, and cali'l on Cod
And To- Gods Angel staid hm-and he fell
Upon his face and wept.
u IS presumed, as this is the only mperfec,Iy
III the piece that nadyerence in writing or prin,in
been committed
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