Literary cadet and Rhode-Island statesman. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1827-1829, 1827-10-27
POETRY.
TIE STREAMS.

We had got this very pretty sfu'ion, by Mrs.
rsmans in type, before we discovered it had
already been published by one Of the papers OF
ne tewn. We mako this remark, because we
AVE always sudcavoured to svoid publishing
re same illusions, that appear the same week,
in other papers Of the place. We think how
ever, that our readers will be pleased, even il
some fthem should re-peruss il.
the power, the bcamy, and the majesty,
rha. had ,her haunt. in dole Piny iao'nias.,
Or sss% M w.sy % %spA peS az Ss.s S.,. na
they live no longer in the faith Of reason:
iCsieridy., Wa,,n,teinl
Ys have been holy, o Founts and floods!
Ye Of the ancient aud solemn woods,
Ys that are born "f the valleys deep,
With the water flowers on your brea't asleep,
And ye that gush from the sounding cave,
HailUw'd have been your waves.
Hallow'd by man in his dreams Of old
Uoto Beings not Of this mortal mould;
viewless and deathless and wonJrous powers,
Whose voice he heard in his lonely hours,
Or sought with its fanced sound to still
The heart Earth could not f!.
Therefore the flowers of bright saaamers gone,
O'sr your sweet waters, ye Streams! were
thrown;
Thou'ands Of gifts to the sunny sea
Have ys swept along in our wanderinss free,
And thrilPJ TO the murmur Of many q row,
Where all is silent now.
Nor seems il strange that the ht art hath been
Thus iink'd in love to your margins green;
That still, though ruinI. your earthly shrines
Iu beauty CLEAN through the southern vines,
And the ivied chapsls of colder ok les
H.. a r..
For the loviest scenes Of the glowing earth
Are those bright Streams. where your springs
have birth
Whether their cavern'd nurmur fills
With "a tone of plant the hollow hills,
Or the glad sweet laugh OF their healthful flow
10 heard midst the hamle,s low.
Or whether ye gla,ljen the desert-sands
With joyous music 10 pilgrim bands,
And cash from under some ancient rock,
Where shepherd king might have watch'd hi,
Cock,
Whsre fsw lone palni-tree. lift their heads,
And sroen acacia spreads,
Or whether. 10 bright old lands rtnownJ,
The laurels thrill to your frst-b born .ounI,
And the shadow flung from the Grecian pine
Sweeps with the breeze Ger your cleaning line,
And the .all reeds whisper to your waves
Beside heroic graves.
Voices and lights ofthe lonely plsce!
BY the freshet fern your course we trace;
ny the brightest cups ON the emerald moss
Whose fairy goblets the turf embo.s.
, By the rainbow slancing OF insect wings,
In a thousand may rings,
There sucks the bee, for the richest flowers
Are all your own through the summer hours;
There the proud stag his fair image knows,
Traced on your glass beneath alder boughs,
And the halcyon's breast, like the skies array'd,
Cleans through the willow-shade.
But the wild sweet tales tbs I with elves and say
reopled your banks in the olden days,
And the memory left by departed love
TO your antique founis IL glen and grove,
And the glory born Of the poets dreams
These are your charms, bright Streams!
Now is the time Of your nowery rites
Conc by with IFS DANES aud young delights;
From your marble urns yo have burst away,
from your chapel cells to the laughing day;
Low lie your altars with moss o'ersruwn,
And the woods again arenlone.
Yet holy sill be your living springs,
ilaunts Of all gentle and glatlsome thinss.
toiy, to converse with Nature. lore,
That gives the worn spirit its youth once more,
And TO silent thoughts Of the love divine,
Making the heart shrine +. II.